So much for going riding today! After not getting to sleep until after three am, the alarm woke me at six. Ankle was still sore from where I half-twisted it , completely stuffed from lack of sleep, all coupled with a serious case of really feeling down about it all. I lay back down for ten minutes, intending to call up and let Evan know I wouldn’t be joining them — next thing I knew it was half an hour later and the phone was calling, wondering where I was.
Spent the morning sitting around listlessly, hoping that a thunderstorm would cool the place down, wishing I could fall back asleep.
By dinner time the weather had cooled off and I had woken up to normality, so off up the street for a bit of exercise, a change of scenery, and a bite to eat. People everywhere, many from the tennis, wandering up and down the street, peering at menus and discussing whether it was OK to eat “here or that other place.” I settled on Silvio’s, but then had the challenge of choice. Normally the two of us don’t even need to look a the menu, but being alone meant that I had to think and pick something else! Pizza Luciano, a good combination of flavours, a glass or two of wine, and an excellent coffee — all the while watching the comings and goings of the take-aways, the passers by, and the traffic on the street.
The guy at the next table was having dinner with his young daughter, I’ve seen them around at Blue Heaven many times before. Amusing mix of half-kid, half-adult conversation, she was insisting that they sang a song together — very much the primary-school nonsense-song, but annoyingly catchy, slightly Gilbert and Sulivan-esque, and probably destined to be stuck in my head for the rest of the week!
I went to a Japanese restaraunt,
to buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread,
My name is Elvis Presley,
the girls were in the back seats,
drinking lots of pepsi,
Cheesecake!
