Cantankerous

I guess it’s an age thing but some days I can find the most insignificant of things irritating. First time rowing for a week or two, hardly any wind and the sun shone.
As a youngster, way back in the late ‘60’s we used to row whalers, cutters etc on the Menai Straits, the favourite expression of one of our instructors, Lieutenant Curtis, was “silence in the boat”. Anyone who has been on the Menai Straits will know that the currents, tide and eddy’s make rowing difficult and he used to tell us that if we had breath to talk we had breath to row further. So today, enjoying the experience, I found myself getting inexplicably irritated by the chatter in the boat.

On then to the rugby in the afternoon, Falmouth at home to Kingsbridge, Falmouth, struggling in the league, are ‘blooding’ youngsters in preparation for next season but came up against bigger lads today and a referee who had a poor game.

Chatting to an old friend who now is in advanced stages of MS we discovered that we were both on HMS Antrim out the Far East in 1980, small world.
Around 6:30 I started to feel unwell, home and in bed by 10:00pm.