Perfect Timing

An average awakening, coffee supplied followed by a close look at the txt updates to the final test match on the utterly despicable BBC website because the disgusting anti British BBC no longer allow TMS broadcasts to Malta. Or anywhere else from what the web tells me. I've already paid for them! Let me have them. Sky would. Pay Sky watch it anywhere. Pay the BBC and the best you get is the seriously deteriorated World Service or the utterly pathetic BBC World TV, six minutes of "news" each hour, fifty four minutes of adverts for watches, airlines and the BBC. Rubbish

Anyway, there was I reading the updating txt service but, alas, I couldn't keep up. I thought that the blue box showing "Wicket" was on repeat. It wasn't so when I was told that it was time to go we went.

Outside the door and there was Felix, waiting for the man with our new washing machine. Perfect timing.

We wandered up the hill, more like Dick's than Windsor, over the crest and down to the other Sliema seafront where the ferry had just cast off but not wound in the drawbridge. We were the last to make it. Perfect timing.

Over to Valletta, use the unused lift to get up to Hastings, descend and ascend Piano's beautiful staircases by the stunning new parliament building and arrive at the Upper Barrakka Gardens just as everyone else was. Must be time for the midday gun. Assuming that everyone else was a foreigner a front row slot was acquired. Perfect timing

Down the lift from the gardens, free as you only pay for the ascent and catch a ferry to Birgu. Directly opposite the gun in the photo. Ferry arrived spot on perfect timing.

Wandered around Birgu's backstreets and eventually and completely unexpectedly happened to exit the pristine alleys right outside "Cafe Brasil" which I'd been taken to once or twice. Our arrival was met by the immediate vacation of the table nearest the pavement in the sun. Perfect timing.

The lovely Lithuanian lady arrived with menu. Left with order. Burger, chips, salad and beer arrived with her return. Perfect timing.

Wandering a bit more we approached the ferry for the return trip when my name was heard from a familiar voice. My friend Matt and his wife had just come off the same ferry so we had a yarn as the ferry departed. Haven't seen him in years and years. We had been undecided about wandering the shore of Senglea. That decision was now easily made. Perfect timing all round.

Wandered back and caught the ferry. Proffering the ticket the organiser noted that the return ticket offered free ascent in the Barrakka lift. Perfect timing.

Got to the top as crowds were arriving. Must be time for the four o'clock gun. Leave them behind as we wandered back to the Sliema ferry. We should have lingered longer as we missed the ferry by at least two minutes.

Got back and got in to see the new washing machine all installed  Read a bit of Internet, had a beer, cup of tea and read a bit more. Just starting to think it was tea time when a plate of chili and rice was put on the table. Perfect timing.