Our friendly harbour master had a quiet word today, just after Fred and Els arrived and moored on the staging pontoon right next to us, because there was no more room in the harbour.
“Would you mind asking your friends to stop coming? We are full!”
That is kind of how the evening went really, a way back play back to the good old days when we’d have eight on board for dinner, and a rollicking good time would be had by all. Of course in those days one of us wasn’t taking the space of three people with her leg on cushions under the pretext of remaining elevated, so this time it was standing room only, with the shenanigans resembling a cocktail party rather than a dinner party, but a very good time was had by all, with only a few directions being required from the Captain herself.
There was no music of course, as it would not have been audible over the laughter, and once again Dave, with no more than two chickens and a leaf of lettuce (and of course the magic pannenlikker) made sure that no one would go home lighter than when they arrived.
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