I took this picture of the girls last week. What a fun day that was! I had spent the afternoon training on a bigger boat, a Wayfarer, which to Popeye’s (my instructor) pronounced dismay I kept referring to as the Windfairy - but then, what princess comes up with the names anyway?
I don’t know exactly what made me sign up for the course to begin with. I don’t like boats and I don’t care much about the people sailing them, but I guess wating in a parking lot for the girls to get done was even more dreadful and so I thought, signing up was acutally a good idea.
Four days and a close call with the divorce lawyer later, I would say, sometimes it is worth considering waiting in a parking lot for a couple of hours.
Why Matt had to take me out on the dinghy the day after I got my little certificate, when actually everyone else was taking their boats out of the water, I don’t know. But then, it’s not like he took me for a wee on a leash. I could have barked at him and stayed home, but somehow, I thought, he knew what he was doing.
But then, that would mean taking the mad out of Matt. And without that we probably wouldn’t be sailing together still after twenty years.
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