Paddling One’s Own Board

The tide was low but not so low that we could almost walk to Kinghorn and the water was sea warm. We had sun, we had warmth and best of all we had no wind. It was Mediterranean perfect without the danger of sunburn or a forest fire cramping our style. Sue zoned out in water up to her neck so all that visible was  her head and lots of floating white hair. Daughter #1 pretended she was a surfacing submarine on the hunt for anything doubtful on the seabed, mainly jellyfish (of which there was none) while I swam in circles before getting bored and attempting somersaults in the water.
It meant that water was still coming down my nose long after I  finished dressing.

Once home and having realised yesterday that there was a problem with my gas boiler and the heating of water, I phoned my gas engineer who had just had a visit cancellation and would send a man to see about it within the hour. 
The man appeared and fixed what was broken (I hope) but I won’t know until hot water runs from my taps tonight.

I met a friend in the Meadows this afternoon and brought her back to the patio for a cup of tea and a blether. She had just been at the Picasso exhibition and the Grayson Perry exhibition. She is obviously not a Philistine like me………..or is it that I am a little too tight with the cash?