Good morning - kettle's boiling

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Recently I wrote about our failing hearing and how I need to start documenting the funny things we think each other said. The particular example I used was telling Vince that an acoustic group was about to play and he thought I'd said a 'two-stick group'. However this time it was me who heard wrongly. Vince was in the bus at the Music Festival we were attending and cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast. I was outside wiping down the table before the seven of our group gathered for our meal. I thought I heard him say 'good morning'. I paid no heed as I thought he was calling out to one of the various campers who went past the bus back and forth on their way to the music venues. It was a friendly crowd and we talked to many strangers over the four days. So I paid no attention until he came to the door of the bus and said 'kettle's boiling'. This is why I am so patient with Vince's gradual loss of hearing. I can't afford to get upset when I'm nearly as bad. The photo shows the view from the bus back towards the Festival tents.