Sunday, September 28, 2008
same door, no connection, tea
Only after up-loading the photograph from my camera did I notice the anchor built into this door knocker. I spotted the knocker on the same door as yesterday's key-hole.
One of my last notes before saying goodbye to Sitges for this year is why the wireless laptop on the reception desk was not connecting: "It always happens when it rains," a receptionist explains. This reminds me of the famous excuse for the disruption of rail services by a light fall of very fine snow, issued by British Rail before the railways were denationalised: "It was the wrong sort of snow", said BR. How dull life would be if everything worked perfectly all the time under a cloudless blue sky!
On the doorstep of a house, currently undergoing refurbishment, which gives straight on to the street, sit two workmen. Each of them is holding a mug of tea. Somehow, I know that I am home.