And now for an amusing anecdote...
While I was working on the port side head yesterday one of our delightful children blocked the starboard side head. This was followed by second child filling the bowl with an effort I would be impressed to produce. And so now someone had to clear it all out...
This is the sort of job that invariably lands on me, but this time I gave an emphatic "not me". After most of the day had passed, letting the contents of the bowl mature nicely, the ladies of the ship finally manned up and got stuck in. Our little hero Isi gloved up and emptied the bowl out into a bucket, and then Sharon did the plunger thing, with positive results.
At this point it was the least I could do to take the bucket full of crap up to the toilet block for disposal. By now it was dark outside, pitch-black, wet and freezing cold. Even stepping off the boat onto the dock was a difficult act, it being so incredibly dark, and I took great pains to ensure nothing got spilled. Safely on the pier I congratulated myself and set off down the dock.
Flash-back....
Earlier in the day, my lovely family return from shopping, bringing a trolley full of groceries down to the boat. Having unloaded it begins to rain hard, so all dash quickly inside, leaving the trolley lying across the pier...
...and now you can guess what comes next.
Wearing only shorts and a t-shirt I plough into the trolley at full speed. Smashing my shin and tearing up the skin, stubbing by big toe, and wrenching my back as I collapse, the bucket goes flying....upwards.
Sprawled across the trolley, I receive my manna from heaven.
Oh. My. God.
Now, as I type, I've decided I just don't want to talk about it anymore...
Aaah. The joys of living aboard.
I enjoyed the recount though!
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