OH, TO BE A DRUNKEN SAILOR TODAY!

Oh, to be a drunken sailors today,

With the wind in our sails,

Whisking from one scrumptious endeavour

To the next!

We might start with breakfast

At the fabulous bakery on the water

Where they make cinnamon buns!

We’d bring our books, or a magazine —

Or maybe not,

because it might be nice to

Simply chat, right?

And obviously checking our phones

Would be never in a million years, Sauvage!

We’d give the contents of our tummies

plenty of time to

boogie on down

with a sprightly stroll

to wherever our hearts might lead us.

Which is — get this! —

Into a craft shop

Where we’d browse

watercolours in enchanting colours,

And caress exquisite paper from Japan.

You might spill turquoise and silver

Sparkles on your jeans,

Because you got a little too impatient

Trying to open the samples,

But the lady at the counter would say:

Oh, mais c’est pas grave ! or

non preoccuparti !

It happens all the time!

We’d sail on home,

Still blobby from our coffee

and cinnamon buns,

and some sneaky pains au chocolat.

I might do a little crochet -

Because, seriously,

this bedcover needs to get done -

While you work on your bestselling novel

(Or maybe a crossword,

If crosswords tickle your fancy).

We’d break for a late lunch,

Hoist our biggest, fattest sail and whizz across the water

To the little restaurant with the navy-blue cloths and white napkins,

Where the waiters are always happy to see us

And their limoncello sorbet

Makes our toes curl in ecstasy!

Of course, by the time we zig-zagged back to port

It would be siesta time

In a spot Goldilocks would definitely approve of.

Afterwards?

Might I suggest an Aperol Spritz

To match the sunset

And a salad with mango and avocado,

A sprinkle of cilantro,

With just a hint of chilli heat?