One thing that no cancer survivor takes for granted is waking up in the morning. So when I woke this morning I knew that today had the potential for being a Good Day. This feeling was strengthened by the warm sun streaming in from a flawless blue sky. Winter, which seemed to have arrived a few days ago, had gone on a temporary holiday. In fact TV's One News said that Napier reached 23℃ today.
I was due to play an Association Croquet (AC) match at 11am so decided on the way to go into town and have a coffee and do a crossword on the basis that it might be the last opportunity before I leave for the UK on Easter Monday. I chose a café in Emerson Street (of course) with seats in the sun, whose coffee I like and near to where I could buy the Dominion Post. Wonderful.
I was due to play an Association Croquet (AC) match at 11am so decided on the way to go into town and have a coffee and do a crossword on the basis that it might be the last opportunity before I leave for the UK on Easter Monday. I chose a café in Emerson Street (of course) with seats in the sun, whose coffee I like and near to where I could buy the Dominion Post. Wonderful.
Then came the match. The weather offered the perfect conditions: no wind, not too hot and not too cold with full sun so that I was just wearing shorts and a polo-shirt. I played well enough and won comfortably and secured that particular championship to add to the Club's AC handicap singles championship title. Yesterday I lost the Golf Croquet title which I've held for the last three years having been beaten in this season's final by Sandra (the croquet friend to whose bach we went a few weeks ago). She deserved to win because she is playing much better golf croquet than I am at the moment.
I apologise if the last paragraph seems a little (or a lot) immodest but this blog serves a number of purposes and one is reminding me what I've won and lost in my favourite pastime. I keep thinking this year that I've had a Bad Time at croquet but, in fact, I've not done too badly at all. In a year's time I'll not be able to remember how I've done at all but I'll be able to look back......
Last night Wendy and Martin came down for a wee ceilidh in true Lewis fashion and I opened a rather special bottle of red wine that my God-daughter, Lou, and her partner had given me for Christmas 2009! Yes. I'd kept it all this time. I'm am drinking some as I write and shall be finishing the bottle tonight. Thank you both - it's truly superb.
The day's not yet over. If the hours before bedtime are as good as the last 13 then I'll have had a Really Good Day. I hope that you have too!
I apologise if the last paragraph seems a little (or a lot) immodest but this blog serves a number of purposes and one is reminding me what I've won and lost in my favourite pastime. I keep thinking this year that I've had a Bad Time at croquet but, in fact, I've not done too badly at all. In a year's time I'll not be able to remember how I've done at all but I'll be able to look back......
Last night Wendy and Martin came down for a wee ceilidh in true Lewis fashion and I opened a rather special bottle of red wine that my God-daughter, Lou, and her partner had given me for Christmas 2009! Yes. I'd kept it all this time. I'm am drinking some as I write and shall be finishing the bottle tonight. Thank you both - it's truly superb.
The day's not yet over. If the hours before bedtime are as good as the last 13 then I'll have had a Really Good Day. I hope that you have too!
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I'm glad you had an Almost Perfect Day this last week of your NZ season!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy reading about your stops for coffee and a crossword. It sounds so pleasant and comforting in some way.
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