Evidence just in strongly suggests that at least one reader has taken me to heart over my recent Good Morning moan (“In Passing . . . “, 26 December).
First of all, it was a joy just to start the day by walking around Pendennis Point and Falmouth seafront with no threat of rain for once. What freedom, not to have to tog up in my waterproofs.
The still bay and the lights glinting on half a dozen ships, with the sun yet to rise, made for a peaceful, soothing sight.
Several total strangers wished me Happy New Year, but what really took the biscuit was the exchange with one of my fellow regular Point walkers.
I don’t know him by name and we don’t actually chat, but we always exchange Good Morning greetings. His is normally a low-key affair, though. He’s not exactly a grunter, just four or five out of ten on the Loud And Clear scale.
But what a difference this morning! Ye Gods, his Good Morning was all but OFF the scale.
Almost rendered me temporarily deaf in at least one ear, I tell you.
So that’s what I call a result!
Or maybe, who knows, it was just the tail end of festive cheer, and (big aaw) the guy has never heard of my blog.
Next time I see him will be the test. Will I need my earmuffs? I’m hoping I will . . .
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