This is just for those of you who like to look at the blog
each day. You know that saying which goes, “No news is good news”?
Well, I can’t let you have no news. Sam the Spanner Man came
and looked at the motor; he clearly knows about such things and went away to
see what he could find: a replacement section of the gearbox; spare part;
whatever. He’ll be back tomorrow. In the meantime, we now
realise that our enforced stay here may turn out not to be as temporary as we’d
hoped. Could be at least a week, but we will know --- correction, may
know --- more tomorrow.
A quiet day after a horrendous gale yesterday. Davy
and Mike have been reading; I have been typing address lists into my new
computer and cursing Windows Vista with every key-stroke; Bill has been doing
wonderful things with his little radio, Mike’s laptop, and his considerable
knowledge on how to bring up weather faxes and weather information in general.
He’s a big asset to the team.
Enough. Pub dinner this evening, after what I might
well describe as two subdued and uninteresting meals today – i.e. for
breakfast the remains of yesterday’s twice-cooked meal, and for lunch a
humble sausage sandwich. Sunday roast? No!
