T.I.A.

Setting: The end of our dock, admiring the gorgeous sunset behind the industrial scene of tankers topped with cargo containers six deep. Dark storm clouds are scuttling across the sky, over the gloomy grey of the endless ocean to the south. A small break in clouds directly above us reveals a topaz blue sky. The swells are bigger than usual, spraying us periodically as the tide rises against the dock.

Abi

Hi Tim and Hannah! Hannah, how are you feeling today?

Hannah [rubbing thighs and lower back]

Good thanks! A little sore...

Me

Water aerobics?

Abi

Not exactly...

Hannah

I did CPR on that guy that died [drowned] yesterday. It was on the tanker ship next door, so we were kneeling on the deck for half an hour.

*collective pause then ensuing totally African explanation of the situation*

Right, then.