Peak hour…
Where: On the verandah, Lindsay’s batch on Russell Island. The dogs are with us, sprawled out warming themselves in the morning sun.
Context: Marty (aka Martin Lloyd and I) are visiting Lindsay Hick.
Friday morning: Lindsay is leaning on the veranda railing, I’m in one of the comfy deck chairs. Lindsay and I sip our cuppa’s predominantly in silence. Marty is still catching up on some zzzz’s.
The various birds are chirping, screaming and squawking while nearby Kookaburras are laughing at some insider joke.
7.30 am
Lindsay: That’s the first car this morning…
Me: It’s magic.
8.15 am
Marty wakes up and I make him a coffee. He joins us on the deck. He is slow to wake…
8.30 am
Lindsey: That’s the second car this morning…
Marty: Is it Friday?
Lindsay: Yes.
Marty: Must be peak hour.
We all laugh.
Lindsay: He’s the local painter, heading to work.
Marty: That is the definition of peak hour, going to work.
The guys head to down the side of the house.
8.40 am
Another car goes past, with a friendly wave and a shout out, ‘Morning Lindsay’.
Me: I say to myself, yep definitely peak hour. I look at the clock, we have 20 minutes before we head back to the boat and peace away from the peak hour.
Thanks for having us for dinner Lindsay. Love hanging out with you.
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