Dear partner,
Day one of my holiday. The sea is very blue, the guest house does a splendid kipper, and I have not thought about a single database.
10:40. Somebody has pinched the brass telescope off the end of the pier. The landlady keeps looking at me meaningfully.
11:15. The tide tables in the harbour office don't add up. I'm only having a look.
Pack the notebook, would you? And the good tea.
— Fenn
Tide tables that don't add up