Lads, if you know, you know, innit? So I went down to the boat today, and all I can say is that I’m either the luckiest motherfucker on the planet, or due to my paranoia about the boat sinking I’ve avoided a massive clusterfuck. Upon my arrival today I discovered that my actual neighbour had sunk. That makes 3 out of the 4 boats on this section of river that have seen their demise, with the exception of mine. When I was here at the weekend Dolly was still afloat, I’m not sure what’s happened to poor old Dolly but I’m glad it didn’t happen to mine.
The problem now however, is she seems to have sunk a little skew and as a result has squeezed me into a corner. Perhaps Dolly has a crush, who knows? But she’s way too close for comfort. At some point in the afternoon I stupidly thought I’d be able to grab one of her ropes and pull her away, thinking it’d be easy. Clearly I didn’t have my Weetabix. The little bitch didn’t move an inch.
The reason for my visit today was to cover over all of the holes in the cockpit with bits of tarpaulin to at least slow down the influx of water into the boat/engine bay. I think I did a pretty decent job.
Of course I forgot the scissors at home, so improvised with a hacksaw. I’ll leave you to judge. Thanks to Zed for the suggestion, even if it was a blatantly obvious solution to most people apart from me. See? I do listen!
Now that the water has receded to almost normal levels, I have secured the boat as usual. God help me if Bedfordshire gets smashed by rain before my next visit.
Oh yes! Have a bucket of piss! I forgot to clean it out from the weekend. On that note, this coming weekend as a father/son activity Booger and I are going to figure out how the sea toilet works. That’ll be fun!
