1745 steps – but I
left the telefonino behind a couple of times, so that’s not quite as bad
as it sounds. Helen and I got once around the garden. It was another beautiful
day, and I spent much of the afternoon dozing in the sunshine in my chair like
an elderly cat. C. is my appointed walker for tomorrow. We will talk about what
to do about cruising. At least this way, with the May 1 cruise cancelled, she
will be here for wee Hamish’s first birthday; and we will both be here to vote
in person in the Scottish election.
I’m pretty sure I
booked my first (and, so far, only) Majestic Line cruise before my husband’s
funeral. That was to the Outer Hebrides, in the summer of 2018, and it was
wonderful. I already had my eye on the Wilderness Cruise, to the upper
left-hand corner of Scotland, but thought it would be wiser not to book until I
had experience of a Majestic Line cruise. And by that time, there were no single
places left for ’19.
Then C. agreed to
come with me – and we missed our chance to book the last place on a Wilderness cruise for ’19 by 24 hours. That’s fine, we thought: gives us more
time to enjoy looking forward to it. As indeed we did.
When that was
cancelled, we moved the booking forward to May, 2021 -- surely everything would be back to normal by then -- and also booked a “Captain’s
Choice” cruise for October, ’20, in order to have something more immediate to continue looking forward to. We got pretty close on that one. Quite a few Majestic Line cruises
sailed last summer. I had ordered my cruise wardrobe from Toast. It hangs here
unworn. But that cruise was cancelled at the last moment as the second wave of
the virus hit. We transferred that booking, too – I’ve forgotten what our new
choice is called. I’ve done quite a lot of virtual window-shopping at Toast for
the cruise that was cancelled yesterday, but haven’t actually bought anything.
So now we must
decide what to do. All the other Wildernesses and St Kildas are booked up for
this year. As I said yesterday, I fear my declining strength isn’t up to
waiting much longer.
Knitting: I made a
good start on the first sleeve of the Polliwog, but not much more than that.
The pattern consists of three-row stripes, which makes it easy to remember
what to do when the decreases come every six rows.
Reading: Metropolitan Rebecca, “The Cold Summer” seems much more like a second book to me, being longer and denser and with more back-story for the hero. Never mind: I’m glad that’s the one you ordered. I made some headway with it. The other is perhaps too short and thin.
Life: I meant to
say yesterday – I went back through the text messages on my telephone (there
aren’t all that many) and found the phoney one from the bank, about a new payee
having been added. It identified itself as phoney by coming from Natwest, where
I don’t have an account. But I was also interested to note that it asked me to
get in touch (if I didn’t want to add Mr Mohammed to my payees) by clicking on
a website. Whereas the genuine one – which identified itself as genuine by
mentioning a payee whom I had that morning indeed added – just said to get in
touch at once, if this wasn’t right.
It is disappointing you can't get on one of the other cruises. If only we could all get together and hire one for ourselves!
ReplyDeleteOh, Mary Lou, if only!
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Loved your story yesterday about penances in Lent. I'm just writing series of articles for our volunteers' newsletter, about life in the 1500s. I've found it fascinating to read a book about Sir William Petre of Ingatestone Hall whose steward kept very detailed records of expenditure during the 1550s. From these it is possible to see what was eaten during Lent - that's fish, fish, fish for forty days solid.
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