We were on our way home from summer holidays, on a ferry; a midday crossing.
I’d been to bed late, packing the van, the night before, and we’d had to be on the road by 5am, so I was knackered.
I employed my ninja-level snoozing skills to good effect, curled up like a cat on one of the sofas, and in the middle of ship-deck bedlam, I was out like a light.
About 45 minutes later I resurfaced, groggily dragged myself to vertical, surveyed the teeming masses, and with real surprise saw my best friend walking towards me!
😮
(At this point, I should note that I hadn’t seen him for ages, he wasn’t on holiday with us and there was no real conceivable way he could have been there.)
And yet I saw him.
For about half a second.
And then of course it wasn’t him, just someone roughly the same height (he’s tall), with the same sort of glasses and wearing the same sorts of clothes he wears (we’re creatures of habit, us middle-aged men).
So did I see him, or not?
🤔