Day Eight: Misfortune.

by | Feb 8, 2024 | Uncategorized | 1 comment

The following morning, the forecast was partially realised when I opened my bedroom window to a fine drizzle, almost a mist.

Before we start panicking, I must stress that the title of today’s offering is purely literal – let me explain.

Following an idyllic day by the sea, my evening was rounded off with Hachis Parmentier, followed by mini crêpes with Nutella. The former is like Shepherd’s pie except the meat is mixed with the potatoes then topped with gruyère cheese and baked. The result is the most comforting of comfort food. Antoine-Augustin Parmentier was an eighteenth century French pharmacist, who single handedly promoted the potato as a nutritious source of food. His name is given to several recipes containing the staple.

The result is the most comforting of comfort food.

I opened my laptop and selected the first eight chapters of Sesame Seed while Alain watched his favourite K-Drama on Netflix. This corny Korean offering, with its wooden acting and weird incidental music, was in no way a distraction. Before bed, I was able to edit all eight chapters and had a head full of ideas as to what follows.

Checking the forecast, I discovered that the next forty-eight hours promised rain. This meant staying indoors or a trip to nearby Morlaix on the bus, with my laptop. I chose the latter and slept with a warm feeling of anticipation.

The following morning, the forecast was partially realised when I opened my bedroom window to a fine drizzle, almost a mist. Christine offered to give me a lift and also indicated the best places to go with my laptop, of which there were several. Of course there was also Ty Cos, my favourite craft beer pub for later.

My host dropped me off in the centre of Morlaix and headed to school. It was then that I was struck by misfortune. As I said , it was literally my plight, as I’d forgotten my wallet! Three hours in a drizzly Morlaix wasn’t as much fun whilst temporarily penniless. However, after pacing up and down the petty Rue Ange de Guernesac, cursing my forgetfulness, I remembered the shrapnel I’d shoved into my pocket. I was suddenly rich to the tune of €8.52, relative to my perceived poverty of minutes earlier.

I hastily devised a plan to get the best from my new found fortune. Like a real homeless person, I needed to make every cent count! Finally, I decided to go directly to Ty Cos and blow the lot on beer and soup. After all, my plight was temporary and there was always tomorrow.

I entered the cosy establishment and quickly ascertained that it was probably a mistake. A half of Coreff IPA and a Petite Soupe was €6.30, leaving me pitifully short, by one Euro, of a second drink.

A half of Coreff IPA and a Petite Soupe was €6.30,

The €2.32 in my pocket was true evidence of my misfortune. I made my purchase last as long as appropriate while working on Sesame Seed. I promised to return tomorrow and live like a King, my wallet nestling snugly in my back pocket. As I took the steep climb to the Gare SNCF for my free bus home, I stopped at a boulangerie. A boul, the crusty French equivalent to a cob, was €2. I purchased the still warm loaf and popped the thirty two cents into the charity tin.

Misfortune? I considered my day to have  been the exact opposite!

1 Comment

  1. Kenneth Childs

    A slight mishap. These things are sent to try us.

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