“Let’s do something different,” she said, “why don’t you call Castello (ex baby-beach) and see if they have sushi, we haven’t had any for at least two years.”
I called they did have such fresh salmon type on order, which I did, and we went. An overcast but hence beautiful resturant on the beach to ourselves. We splashed out on a single decent bottle of white to round the scenario off. When our wonderfully presented lunch arrived, I said this was so perfct we should be celebrating something. Wife agreed, we ponderd what for a bit, like what day is it exactly? For that mattter what date is it. This phenomenon is not unusual in our little valley, schedules have no meaning, and therefore time sort of gets lost as well.
“Hang on a second it’s June 7th, the day we got married eight years ago.” This gave us much joy to be celebrating for a reason neither of us had remembered. We only remember Jennifer’s birthday because it is 17 March, St. Paddy’s, and mine May first also an international holiday. Hell one year we knew it was around Christmas because of festive street and shop decorations, not the exact day. So no turkey, but a fairly good pork chop instead. That is just how we roll as they or somebody said. Slainte, cheers, giamas to all.