Is there anything better than a peaceful morning on the sunlit verandah with a cup of coffee, a jam toast, and ABC Radio National to listen to? I don't think so, and I reflect on how lucky I am to live this life, and what a beautiful week it has been.
I've passed my medical for another twelve months of happy motoring, been for my twice-weekly splash in the warm-water pool, have had a memorable barramundi luncheon, and discovered some more interesting books at the Salvos, and while there, I struck up a very interesting conversation with someone who was from out of town and about the same age - well, maybe not quite my age; no-one is quite as old as I am!
Have you ever experienced that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” Ours was such a moment and we talked and talked. He called me a discerning man, several times in fact, but I think he just liked the word. We exchanged email addresses, but I forgot to ask him if he remembered that final scene in "Casablanca" - although I'm sure that if I had asked he would have remembered; after all, he also seemed like a discerning man.
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
