Master Simbo has done it again. And yesterday at the market I was even smiling when he said 'It wasn't me.' I should have known and scolded him for whatever. I will remember that for next time. And I have to remember not to try and talk about something important with my pa when he just has been coming back from an inn. He will remember some of the things, but not the important ones. Like the NOTs. 'I do NOT like umber dye. I do NOT want to have a dress, hat, shirt, trousers or anything in umber. Do NOT listen to Simbo if he tells you anything else.' All he remembered was the umber dye. But this time I told him I did not like the shirt and trousers. I guess the fishing trip with him this weekend was quite helpful for our pa-daughter relationship. But of course seeing his sad eyes did not make things better. So I wrote him a list with the colours I do like: burgundy, red, crimson. And when he pointed out: 'You have forgotten to write down orange, your favourite colour' his eyes were shining again - with proud for remembering it. Oh Pa!
Maybe I got those wobbly legs because I am worried about Pa? Flirting all the time, spending his evenings - and entire days sometimes - in inns? Now he has bought a beautiful dress for somebody and dyed it yellow! Dear me! I hope he will not start to fancy Miss Lina! He is no match for Master Jiro, especially when Miss Lina is concerned. But she is the one who fancies yellow dresses...
My Adrean made a nice stew for me yesterday, and it helped a bit. Also the feet massages did help. But today on my way from Waymeet back to Bramblebury I was all shaky again. A cold perhaps? Maybe I'll just go and sit for a while outside at my little jetty in the sunshine with my fishing rod and wait for some catfish to bite. And when Adrean comes around later, I will make him a nice catfish pie with Waymeet spices. And a sea weed salad. I will try at least. Maybe add some pieces of salad melon. There must be something you can do with these weeds...
