WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH - - SUNDAY 17TH AUGUST - DIKSMUIDE

Some people see things as they are and ask why?  The other of us sees things as they could be and quietly suggests that if one is to be finished all his jobs by midday tomorrow when the boat is due to come out of the water, now would probably be a good time for him to pull his finger out, as the saying goes.

He on the other hand, had everything quietly under control, he thought.   With two washing machines on the go, a dryer chugging away in the Harbour Master’s office, a vacuum cleaner that won’t say die, and an early morning wash of the outside of the boat complete, ably assisted by last night’s precipitation, how hard can this packing and wintering business possibly be?

Thanks to his carelessness in over catering the green curry a month ago, dinner was defrosting itself while the mountain of chaos slowly became a mole hill.

By the morning, there would be only the last few jobs to do, just a few minutes that both silently understood would turn to hours, but she would sleep soundly unworried by the approaching deadline, he would also sleep soundly to tired to worry about anything at all.