My visitor

My German friend was at the pub when I arrived, and I spent the evening sitting outside with him, looking at the water. We had a good laugh. We always have a good laugh! He stopped over at mine afterwards and made his way home the next morning, so that he could pack his things. Now he is on his way back to Germany, an event that neither of us was looking forward to. He will be coming for another short stay in about four weeks, and this time he will stay at mine.