I’m feeling a bit weepy today.
Looking in our pigeon-hole this morning on the way out to walk the dog, we had a notification from the office that we had a parcel.
We haven’t ordered anything, so when we saw a member of staff about to go in the gents, we mentioned it.
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Flowers.’
I’d already received a couple of get well cards which are hanging up in the boat, and the flowers given to me when I came out of hospital by our Smurfy friends are still glorious.
Racking my brains as to who would send me some, I could only think of perhaps fellow boaters as it was unlikely to be from Down South, and totally impractical to come from NZ which I could perfectly understand.
It was a long oblong box, not a cellophaned bouquet by Interflora or similar, and nothing on the outside to give away the sender. We were both intrigued as we put it in the car.
After our walk and back at the boat, I took out the label and there was a card underneath.
It was indeed from some boating friends further up on our side. They’re not liveaboards like us, but we became friendly more or less as soon as we arrived here.
I felt quite tearful by their thoughtfulness, especially as they had been in contact by text already.
Later today when we came back from shopping I was given a small tea rose in a pot by Jack and his wife.
I am so lucky to have met such lovely people.
Thank you all.