Franky came earlier than expected which was nice, and although he didn’t say so I think he was quite taken by my Sonic the Hedgehog pyjamas, or perhaps it was that I was still in them at eight thirty.
In any case Mr P seems to like him, and in not very much time at all, he’d made friends and taken away some parts to make sure he ordered the correct ones. Things became a little confusing after that because he discovered they were the wrong ones, so he ordered the correct ones, returned to refit the wrong ones and will return again when the correct ones arrive. After a coffee and a biscuit and a lovely chat, we decided we’d mooch off and meet him in Bruges next week once all the parts arrive, to see if actually having the correct studs holding down fuel injectors will make any difference at all to what has been a bit of a trial over many many years.
The other trial we are dealing with is having half the boats contents and ex contents and all of our tools scattered about our living space. It’s worse than it looks. Every time we put something down it shuffles itself mysteriously under something of similar texture or colour and we spend more time looking for stuff than actually fixing. Don’t get me started about the bright green string on my spectacles that melts perfectly into the piles of discarded wiring we have around the place, or that should read “had” because as you read this we almost have a tidy boat again.
We dream of waking up to a tidy boat with everything that works.
Tomorrow we’ll certainly have a tidy boat, but one in which neither bilge pump works of it’s own accord, which is an unfortunate state when there’s a slight crack in a brand new part in the toilet setup, which lets an annoying amount of water in. Any water coming into a boat is quite annoying but when the bilge pumps only work manually it’s really really annoying.
Perhaps I’ll enlarge the hole I drilled in the hull to let it out faster.
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