Thanks to my Hubby, I spent the bulk of my weekend at The Doctor*.
And The Doctor* didn't even show up as planned on the Saturday**.
Awful, pitiful, unfair... I know.
I deserve a medal.
Half of my weekend spent with a little boy in a crowded space
with nothing to do but stare aimlessly at this :
And listen to this :
And feel like this :
Hubby owes me. Big time.
*'The Doctor' refers to an international paddling event that is hosted in Perth each year. Competitors paddle 27km from Rottenst Island to our local beach at Sorrento, WA - usually with the assistance (and fun) of the afternoon sea breeze known as 'The Fremantle Doctor'.
The next day is a follow up team event called 'The Coastal Challenge'
which runs from Fremantle to Sorrento.
**The race on Saturday is usually a downwind escapade, but with nothing but a gentle crosswind to contend with, the race was pure, hard, slower than usual, slog.
Even the winners couldn't find many positive things to say.
Please, don't shower me with sympathy.
It just makes the whole ordeal even worse, really.
Hopefully next weekend Hubby will make it up to me and I'll get to enjoy
my coveted simple pleasures of sun, surf and sand.
It's not too much to ask, is it?