Beez to 07/10/18
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 7 Oct 2018 22:57
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Beez Progress This Week to the 7th of
October
  Monday 1st October. I got up this
morning and decided I was severely struggling with living in such chaos, in fact
the light at the end of the tunnel had gone out. “Living on the Hard”. Maybe the
term grew from an emotion rather than a terrain one, Yes, it is Hard – as in the
boat is not in the water but, especially for womenfolk it is indeed hard. Men
don’t seem to mind a thousand tools out and ‘stuff’ not in its proper place but
I for one find it frustrating when my cooker cover is now home to our
toothbrushes, my varnish kit and anything else that fits, so when I do want to
cook.......... bad language and move obstructions to another pile........ SO,
this morning I decided I needed evidence of some sort of ‘normal’. Bear, will
you help me ??? Oh dear, that sounds ominous and in a
serious enough tone to nod fervently, I know it’s vitally important for domestic
harmony. Great answer, he was immediately
put to the task of moving our mattress, I’m somewhat
relieved to only be commissioned into some heavy lugging. Our headboard (covered way back when we were in the flat
opposite) that has been wrapped in plastic and stowed in the shower, leapt in
place and the boys approve. Bed changed, Bear discharged (phew, I think I need a cup of tea), floor swept, teak
polished, cupboards re-tidied, I move to the lounge.
Now I was quite pleased with the result save for Bear’s sweaty boy towel – which
is a necessity and my back massager – which, at the moment, is a must. So a
picture from a more cosmetic angle needed methinks.......
 Oh yes, I even leave my hats in their temporary place until my hook on the
office becomes vacant and to show I have not gone totally OCD.
    Now for the rest of the
inspection........ Our en suite: to be fair it is
full of Bear’s stuff from the tool shed because he has to have access to the bow
thruster battery, replacement now on order then once
fitted it can all go back says the man now sporting a cup of tea but
as I am as well things seem smoother now. Thank the
Lord, I feel relief. You have been discharged
you can get to work. The sea berth: well yet
another to be fair. Before we went to the UK I had painted the ceiling white,
cleaned the shelf and bought three new storage bins for the stuff we keep there,
since then a few things have been ‘temporarily’ parked, I can deal with this,
for now. The office. Mmmm has got cases of things to take to Sleeping Indian in
Antigua at the back, boxes on shelf OK but lots of Bear’s current ‘things’ out
and about. The cockpit: Crates of new, replacement
things to be fitted and I don’t have to look outside as I currently live like a
mole indoors working on my pink list.
  Desk: now this is becoming a thorn in
my toe...... Bear’s ‘stuff’ but you know the word I mean. May have to be tossed
in a box and put out in the cockpit for later sorting but as I’m going to clean
and line the en suite cupboards I’ll leave it for now. The cooker top: I have to
live with, again for now. Feeling better about things I head to the en suite.
Bear had taken himself to the office to finish spraying the engine a very
pleasant green. I finished the en suite cupboards, did a drug audit, re-packed
the medical cupboard in the lounge and was busy cleaning the sea toilet when
HELP said in that I must rush tone and en
route calling for what I need to bring. Cloths, bucket or
bowl, acetone from the cockpit. OH MY. Bear is standing with a smoking
can of green that is oozing like a volcano between his fingers and dripping on
the office floor and on a coiled electric cable. I quickly put the bin below the
eruption. You wouldn’t believe it. I had just finished
the job taken my gloves off and was packing up when BANG. You don’t
have anymore of this stuff elsewhere ??? No, this was
the only one. It’s my turn to feel relieved, that Beez
isn’t currently waiting for more of these gooey messes to occur. Kitchen roll
for hands, acetone and cloth for floor. I have to point to each dollop
as it’s not a green I can see. Right then.
By the time we had finished it was very late lunchtime. The rest of the day
passed without incident with calmer jobs until I bimbled off to book a hair cut
with Marie on Pontoon One. I took my brolly as just little spots were falling
post heavy downpour. There was a rope from the boat next to hers crossing the
walkway and I stepped over with one foot leaving four or so inches but a stiff
blow caused the rope to come up a good nine.......over I went SPLAT landing with
all my weight on my right knee followed by my left elbow. As you do, you leap up
saying “I’m fine” to anyone who may be listening. Back I went to Beez.
Well that’s a daft thing to do at your age.
Thank you. We look at my right knee now sporting a dome the size of half an
orange. Oh, that’s good, you’ve leaked into your patella
bursar, it’ll bruise less. So pleased at your sympathy level you can
help with supper. I could have said housewife’s
knee but then you would have no supper at all.
    Tuesday 2nd. Bear spent the day
inside the cockpit lazarette and I sanded the front doors (washboards to the
sensitive to marine terminology) and doorframe.
Wednesday 3rd. Bear began preparing
the lazarette for the new alternator cooling fan by cutting and sanding new
shelves and I carried on sanding until we went shopping at two. When we came
back and put away Marie arrived to give me back Pepe.
It was on one occasion that I had spent a bit of time with hair irons making a
smooth, neat show, I clipped the right side up, thought it quite nice and
clipped a small bit up on the left. Miffy (our youngest) not only did a double
take, he looked quite alarmed, “I thought you were grandma”. Now it’s one thing
to look like your mum but when someone actually mistakes you for your
mum.........Happy to be holding a small bundle of
hair. Plus the fact where I’m pleased to be going silver the rest of it
looked a murky straw colour.
Thursday 4th. Lots of drilling and
scraping of entrance handholds.
   Friday 5th. Bear began his day by
finishing the paint job in the lazarette, drilling for the vent system and
getting the anodes off the propellers whilst I sanded yet again. After lunch
the pod was uncovered and I was called for a site
meeting. New lights were held for me to left a bit,
right a bit before the tape came out for serious
measuring and marking. I like
your input as my varifocals make anything that needs to be straight very
difficult, no it’s if there is a dodgy outcome there is joint
custody of the cock up. No matter what, it has to be said, Bear can always
easily muster the same smile, doesn’t lose his temper and is always a pleasure
to work, if a little messy but I can tidy along behind him, no problem.
  I went stage left as the drill came out. Later, Mr Razali appeared with our
newly covered desk seat. Rather smart and goes with
the black of the instrument panel but shows I have some serious varnishing on
the chair back and desk.
 After our showers came the grand unveiling. New
lights, switch and waterproof USB charger.
Saturday 6th. Has its own blog as
Beez Neez got her name and bees in place.
  Sunday 7th. Even moles get to scamper
about in the open at night, so out I broke from indoors, I spent the whole day
cleaning the stainless. I didn’t mind too much whilst Beez had no name
and unique identity but now, things must get shinier. Woefully dirty but a good
start made and it was lovely to feel the odd breeze on my face as I sat on
Pepe’s perch right at the front of the girl while I did that area. Bear, usual smile in place, finished in the lazarette. A
birds eye view as I lean over to see his new gadget
in place (to keep the new alternator cool).
ALL IN ALL LIGHT BACK AT THE
END OF THE TUNNEL
DOING WELL, ON
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