I wasn't brung up posh, so although I've made the mistake before, I forgot, thus 'Steak Tartare', didn't come as preferred. I'm the guy that doesn't even like catching fish, and totally rejected Carpaccio, when informed of its pedigree. So, Steak Tartare was not the best thing set before me. I'm not an especially bad hypocrite, just mostly, and I did eat it - but I'll try and have it sink in this time, that it's a bit evil. The background of my error, was that my preferred bar stools wifi was a bit sh1t today, so I walked to a much wifi friendlier bar - that was closed - blast. Ah ha (!), no worries mate, their wifi was still on, and could be reached if I sat in the French restaurant next door, with my face and phone pressed to the dividing fence.
This was my first vista to 'poshie Frenchie restaurant', and their menu was tartare breakfast to tartare supper. I'll try not to frequent again.

This wasn't my only issue. Two days previously, I'd ricked my back a doing diesel gymnastics in the bilges. Both diesel tanks were down to a third, so I'd used the opportunity to pump diesel across the boat, to empty one tank into tuther, then reversi. This was to check for nasty diesel bug. Hurrah, no diesel bug, o tits, bad back, no walky good.

So, the attack on the jobs list ground to a halt, but I was going pretty good, so no problem taking a few days off in the owners cabin recovery ward of x86. No traction required, but could have done with more peanuts, and my nurse - although she's horribly unsympathetic when I've broken myself.

I enclose a few photos, one showing that between Dubai and Tahiti, there isn't a single barber.

All's well on x86, with x86 anyway!