When things are going really well, or when you make that perfect decision, it’s easy to feel smug. Pleased with yourself and the world around you. A sublime feeling of peace enfolds you. Mollycoddles and mollifies. Thoughts of what’s been and what is yet to come negated. Time stands still. Like being asleep. You’re in your own private unburstable bubble – until the alarm clock goes off . . .
With the effects of storm Ali pushing further southwards, tomorrow’s forecast is not one of the best. Winds, rain and a fall in the temperature heading our way.
Today we have a holiday. We becomes beach-bums for the day, though this section of coastline is far too pebbly to place our derrieres on for any length of time. And venturing into the water is like entering into a yet to be cleared minefield – one small oversight or slip and you’re a gonna. No sand anywhere. We invest in some swimming slippers and extra thick spongy mats.
We make the most of it. Stretch out. Stretch the day out. There is good, there is . . .