The Washing Machine

All day I spent crawling in spaces which seemed to be just a few millimetres too small for whatever part of my body needed to pass, but despite the pain I bravely soldiered on and by the end of the day we had 220 volts flowing into the formerly dim corners of the boat and a special circuit to feed the new 500 watt hot water unit. 

Power points where one would least expect them (as well as where one would) and a charger that works automatically, to say nothing of the clever little switch we nutted out that allows us to turn the fridge from battery to shore power in the blink of an eye.   

Finally the washing machine found its way to its shelf as well, although it will have to come down to fit the water connection, but at least we can walk from one end of the boat to the other without hitting it now, although heaven knows there are plenty of other things  to kick, as every thing we own has to be moved at least twice per day to make way for something else.

The excitement of having hot water on tap tomorrow is palpable, no more showering from the garden sprayer filled from the kettle.

"Bill, you did check the wattage on the hot water unit didn't you?"

"Yes, it's 500 Watts".

Good.