And . . . relax

Actually, I have done quite a lot of relaxing in the last few days, so I decided to return to work today, although to be honest that is simply a case of holiday shortage, me having booked all my days off already for all the other exciting things we plan to do today.

We had a fab time in the Isle of Wight.  We stayed in East Cowes, just a free chain-link ferry ride to Cowes, with a view over the harbour.  It is the round the island race next weekend, so there was lots of activity to prepare for that, with yachts on the water doing their splashy thing, and establishments on land putting up marquees for the pursuit of slightly drier pursuits, even if the driest things are the martinis.  Cowes is a delightful town, although the chippie we selected for lunch, taken down on the sea front, left an awful lot to be desired.  LO and A are considering pitching a show called Out and About, where they visit various establishments under cover, then return to advise on what they are doing right and what they are doing wrong.  Let's just say that an ability to speak English would help the chippie; "two with salt an one with vinegar?".  "No, one with salt, two with vinegar and one plain".  Also would be an ability to anticipate a few customers, and have the means, motivation and processes to service them in the fashion of a take-away, not in the fashion of a bespoke suit-makers, since I believe on most streets in Hong Kong, I could have got a made-to-measure suit in less time than they took to delivery eight meals.  And the final icing on the case is that they managed to drop A&E's first order, in which was a special dish that needed special cooking (pretty much everything but the chips), on the floor and had to redo part of them.  Doh.

Anyhow, that actually gave us some ammunition for the drinks/nibbles/Canasta part of the evening.

A&E have left their van over there in storage as they plan to return in two weeks to attend the IoW Festival.  We hope to have a full account to understand whether it is something the Scobi clan could take on.

Otherwise, we are back to normal, with a need to eat less, drink less (alcohol) and spend less, which sounds like a pretty good definition of hell to me.

I wish you a great weekend, and speak next week.