There are some days when you just know everything is perfect, food on time, drinks on time, the company is outstanding, the weather is right, the water is perfect, and then you hear the sound that alarm bells are made for. In my case that sound was the front of a semi trad canal barge, entering the front of my seventy-foot semi-traditional narrowboat.
Let me tell you from the outset I and the other boat crew are perfectly ok, ok apart from Rachel who has her arm in plaster! Due to her trying to get into my boat to recover me and belle. As with all things that float on water, when you make a whole in them they tend to leak. In this case, the leaking was so bad and unchecked, because we were all in the hospital and so forth that the boat is going to take several weeks to be recovered, and accessed. As the Boat is My home. You can guess how I am feeling today.
During the summer of last year, I took the keys of a second smaller boat which I can use to navigate and explore some of the smaller canal networks. after a night in A &E and then in the police station answering stupid questions from a woman that had way too many thoughts on what could have happened, and none on what actually did happen, I crawled into a dry bed at eight this morning.
The final straw, for me, was the policeman on standing duty, who said ” I am sorry, I can`t let you in without proof you live here,” which would have been easy but my proof was behind the poor guy in the half-submerged boat. So I had to call the marina and have them talk tot eh young police dude, and assure him that I lived on the boat, Genius Policeman, then put two and two together and made nine ” If you live one,( thumbing in the direction of my home!) that one you won`t be sleeping there, so, I don`t think I can let you in ” Explaining I own both boat, took seconds to say, and ages to comprehend.
This morning was a flurry of activity as I had to purchase a new laptop, strip windows off it and then reapply my beloved mint linux to a system that was resisting change! I am going to dread the call to the insurance people. BUT, I am well, Belle is curled up on my bed wondering why humans have drama, and Rachel got plastered, not bad for a Friday night. Kinda reminds me of being Home in Ireland.
Love and sparkles Rose xx