Beautiful visitor

I was just changing out of disreputable jeans before heading out this afternoon when I caught sight from the window of the unmistakeable bow view of PS Waverley heading straight for me - and of course my phone was downstairs. It's been a while since I indulged in a headlong dash down the two flights of stairs,  but I was determined - and I was in bare feet - so was back up, panting slightly, in time to catch her as she turned in towards Dunoon pier, the miserable wee ferry some way behind as the old ship swept majestically round on her approach. She lightens my heart every time I see her - or hear her unmistakable sound on the water. 

The rest of the day was unremarkable. I took my time going downstairs - I always feel I've earned this on a Friday - and didn't even get on to my Italian till I'd had coffee. I made some white bread in the machine, and decided to clean not only the bread bin (which is one of these old white and blue enamelled metal things which I really ought to blip some day as it's even older than I am) but also the surroundings of the breadboard and toaster. I then moved on to the wooden kitchen trolley, which gets horribly sticky with kitchen gunk and is the devil to clean; I was exhausted by the time I'd managed to get it anywhere near what I wanted.

Later I worked on collecting some poems I've been asked to give a talk about, and wrote a wee profile of myself for the publicity, before deciding that if I didn't get a walk of some kind I'd just go on feeling under the weather. We didn't get far - Himself is still feeling far worse than I am - but walked along the East Bay prom marvelling at the brilliant green of the seaweed at the point where a burn enters the sea from under the prom and provides the meeting point for all the noisy gulls and oyster-catchers that have the midnight arguments at the top of their voices. (They were all there, already nattering, as we passed.)

On the way home I ducked into Morrison's for the lettuce I'd forgotten to buy, and picked up some baby cucumbers and an avocado as I passed them. I chatted to a friend from church, and then got into another absurd random conversation with a chap in the queue for the self-checkout. I don't know what it is about that place ... 

Or maybe it's just me.