Going to lunch

Not just going to lunch, but going to breakfast too. Overreach if ever I saw it.

I’m down to the scraps in the frig. and food cupboard now, so going to breakfast this morning seemed like a good idea.

Maybe not.  I had forgotten that Sunday breakfast is supposed to be a relaxed laid back affair and the service in the café of my choice was just that, relaxed.

Happily before I placed my order I heard the waiter tell a couple seated nearby that the oven had turned itself off, which delayed their order. I abandoned any thought of a cooked breakfast and settled for muesli and a coffee.

At midday I met Pearlie Shirley and the Godchild and BoyJack in the city; there was a sudden and unexpected change of venue when we found I had chosen a place closed on Sunday.  How smart is that?

We adjourned to another cafe nearby; moved tables which annoyed the waitress and then once settled, enjoyed our meal.  BoyJack who is not always happy about leaving home to do boring adult stuff was on his very best behavior, much to his mother’s surprise, and ate, chatted and filled in his activities book – with a some help from the old girls.  The old girls just ate and chatted, we don’t need an activities book to amuse us.

A couple of items on the to-do list have been placed on the panic back-burner for tomorrow and a couple of others were solved this morning by finding useful items already on hand.

The list of Absolutely Essential Items (passport, plastic cards, kick-off cash, airline tickets, cruise tickets – to name but a few )  has been writ large in the Holiday Pack Book and will be stashed into the ever reliable and well-travelled blue and red day pack tomorrow.

It may look less than chic but I can fit a good deal into the pack and it leaves free hands to wrestle with tickets and passports and other documentation.

Ah well; less than 24 hours now until Uber-M arrives to chauffeur me to the airport.  

 Ample time for a complete nervous break-down and those oft repeated words “I really don’t know why I do this.  It’s just not worth it.”