Monday, December 2

Various WhatsApp messages between various people during the day eventually settled into an agreement that Chad, Sally, Olya and I would meet this evening at Rock Café for an early dinner. I walk down to the beach, intending to arrive early rather than late.

As I walk down the path by the side of Leo I pause to photograph the new rubbish bins scattered along the beach to apparently little effect. Some have filled to overflowing. Some like these have had their rubbish removed and then left empty to allow the next lot of rubbish to fall straight through and blow away.

Half a system does not always count as an improvement on no system.

At Rock Café I will have aloo gobi, dal fry and a cheese naan while Chad will spend long minutes trying to decide before the waiter intervenes and says “The usual, sir?” to which Chad will reply “Oh, yes, why not!”.

They will thus eat exactly what they always eat having gone through the necessary choosing ritual.