Saturday, 14 September 2013
One of the books my dearest English friend, Stephen Russell, The Barefoot Doctor, has written is called: 'Manifesto. How to get what you want without trying.'
Had I but thought about it a bit longer!
But no - carelessly I told Husband that I would appreciate to live on a houseboat. Very much. (I had seen some nice exemplars like that above on the Spree).
"You?", asked Husband. "On a boat? Living on a damp, narrow, moving boat?"
I felt piqued. Said: "Pshaw - I have many undiscovered facets you don't know!"
The Tao listened. And laughed.
And so a few days ago I got a surprising offer.
A friend - and friends of him - will make a trip on a narrowboat from Bradford-on-Avon to Bath, direction Bristol, and back again.
From the "(2 x) Three Men in a Boat" two had resigned - so Husband and I were asked. He, deep in writing an essay on "Luxury", has no time - but I..?
For a second I hesitated. Then, without batting an eyelid I stared into Husband's eyes (did I imagine that I saw deep laughter in them?) "Of course I go", I said. "Such a big chance!"
Which it is. I hope that the weather will be fine.
But not being THAT starry-eyed anymore, I bought a dream-shiny-fuchsia Max Mara-down-vest - beautiful,slim and snuggly warm under my Burberry-Jacket. Then I rummaged through my winter wardrobe and pulled out the long black woolen-silk wool-pants with frills around the ankle.
Yes! I know chapter 3 of Tove Jansson's 'Comet in Moominland' by heart, headline: 'Which is how to manage crocodiles' .
So: come what may: Be prepared!
P.S. For those who don't know Tove's book (which is a fault!): Moomin's mother unnerves the young adventurers before their trip to take wool-pants with them (that's how mothers are) - and later, when they have to fight off crocodiles in a water tunnel they throw the heavy wool-pants into the wide open claws of the crocodiles. Saved!