It's Wednesday, my day off again.
Living on a boat however means that no day is a 'day off'.
Today's duties include taking Raz to the marina to have her poo-tank pumped out and diesel filled up.
Not that bloody simple though is it? Bryony's at college so I've got to drive and do the ropes all on my own, in what is easily the worst weather we've had so far. It's really windy out there, I don't know if I've got the skills to pull a U-turn and negotiate a lock on my own in this.
For now I'm going to sit tight, listen to music and read Hound of the Baskervilles while my poor little boat is thrown around by the wind.
Wish me luck.