Life in a tumble drier

Bardeau returns across Atlantic
Robert Bard
Fri 24 Aug 2012 09:32
What the great sea god giveth the b****r also takes away. My sleep has been disturbed. Thumping clattering crashing everywhere. Wake up at 3pm attempt to look out the window but glued to the gutter at the side of the bad like an astronaut on a gravity machine. Note with interest that the galley looks like its just seen the end of a major rave, even the door to my precious bar is a distant upside down spectacle. I note with interest looking at the area with the steering wheels via my bedroom mirror that the firemen are up on deck fully kitted up . Looking out my semi submerged bedroom
window I saw a dorsal fin 12 inches from my nose shoot past. I hope it was a dolphin not something more sinister sensing lunch could be on the way. Well Lisbon Friday evening is but a fond dream looks like Baione near Vigo for tonight's refuel we will be there about 7pm robert eating time. Jill the GB is lying flat out moaning that she wished she'd never left the pits and it was 'ne'er like this back ome twasnt .' so many answers but I couldn't be bothered. I have more serious things on my mind .... Lunch.... Who the hell will cook it.... And how the hell are they going to cook it ? Even the distance from my couch to the hotdogs seems a million miles

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