20th of November 2018
Tuesday 20th. Guilt made me start my day by posting last weeks blog (mostly written), it was just Sunday that needed to be completed. So pleased I do a bit each day as the days and weeks seem to merge from job to job. Credit Card paid, a few emails written and it was time to think about the cockpit chairs. Both unwrapped from their storage packaging, side by side on our bed and oh, having not seen them since February I hadn’t realised there was still so much to do to get this big job as a ‘crossed off’ from my work list. Bear repaired the big outboard clamp and the fibreglass SSB aerial. I bimbled toward the toilet block and as I passed grotty yachties friend, further along the walkway his equally grotty friend, who likes to wander about wearing nothing but a miniscule towel around his waist bent over and I had both Charlies, Johnson and an elderly bottom. He looked over his shoulder and scuttled indoors, at least that was something. Glad it was me that got the eyeful and not the three little girls on the catamaran opposite said saggy. Lucky me, had he been twenty something and not sixty something ??? – no, still not a great view.... After lunch a big low had the tarpaulin resembling a filled hot air balloon and making a terrible racket (still no sign of Razali finishing the gazebo and conservatory). we raced out to lasso the tarp down, flinging ropes over to make a spiders web just as the heavens opened.
I worked on Bear’s cockpit chair. At four o’clock Bear called timeout and we took to our bed to watch some NCIS. It soooo felt like we were skiving off from lessons but both appreciate we are beginning to run on empty.
There we stayed and very naughtily, we had supper in bed too. Tonight a smiley Bear bravely tried a tin of spicy tuna, he wanted it with salad and baked potato. All these food experiments are to see what he likes from what we can stock up on locally. I will be happy with a couple of hundred tins of ordinary tuna on board, readily available, in fact there are loads to choose from. I have to carry at least two months of supplies to get us through true isolation in the southern islands of the Maldives and Chagos, plus all the sea passages of course.
ALL IN ALL TIRED BEEZERS