Less Work, More Pancakes Please.

There I was, shut in my little 'office' aka the spare bedroom of our cabin, grinding through a hard day's work, and my phone went 'ping!' with a message from the caravan park management. "Come up to the office at 1000 for pancakes and coffee fundraiser. Gold coin donation to Blazeaid." Well, I was up there quicker than you could say Where's that $2 coin I was planning to use in the washing machine?

We do this every Wednesday!
 
You would think that I would then have been smart enough to set time aside for pancakes at 1000 this Wednesday but nope, not me. I scheduled an assessment so when 1000 rolled around I had to forego pancakes for the pleasures of discussing independent use of a toilet and other such esoteric topics.  Pancakes would definitely have been better.

That wasn't the worst bit though.

While I was suffering from a serious work/pancake imbalance in my life, Roger had blasted through a paltry 4 hours work on Tuesday and on Wednesday he had better things to do than hang around for a pancake or two. "I'm going for a quick zip in to town on the Metro. Bye!" And off he breezed out the door. That was the last I saw of him for the day, other than the regular ping of photos popping up on my phone, proving what a terrible time he was having down at the waterfront,
 

And the Harbour Bridge,
 

 And the Opera House,
 

 

And the old Manly Ferry,
 
 
And at Manly Beach.

 
When he finally breezed back home it was only fair that he be put to work packing the car for an early departure tomorrow. And I didn't feel at all bad about leaving the washing up for him either. 

Which was all well and good, but I still went to bed grieving the pancake opportunities that, once lost, could never be regained.
 
Plane trails in the night sky from our cabin verandah.  And the moon, getting in the way.

 

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