Like a Well Oiled Machine

The alarm went off at 7 am this morning. We packed up, turned in the keys, recycled glass and plastic, ate a full breakfast and made the 9am ferry.

Of course I was ready to start packing up at 4am because as much as we enjoy the cottage we despise the bed and the ceiling fans. The better-half refers to the bed at the cottage as The Rack and the ceiling fans should be taken out and shot to put them out of my misery. Clackety-clack-clack-clack.

The food was (as this morning’s waitress said) marvelous. And, we continued our tradition of eating seafood every day. Bliss.

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1 Response to Like a Well Oiled Machine

  1. Maria says:

    Hope all went well and I am sure Leon was glad to see you! We didn’t come on Sat. but left plenty on Friday to tie him over. Both Grace and Paul were sick from Friday to Sunday. Welcome Home!!!

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