Dredging it Up

Busy all bliddy day, and then I got collared late on which delayed my getaway. I had to rush my tea - I healthily devoured two slices of beef lorne on bread with lashings of mustard. No risky vegetables for me!
Then it was down to the yacht club for our meeting, catching a blip across the harbour on the way (later to be over-cooked). It was fine entertainment. We discussed the ladies toilets, the bill for dredging work, and yours truly was tasked with minuting the lot as young K, our minutes secretary was aff dog-sitting. Did you know that a line of moorings on a chain is known as a trot? All dutifully recorded in the annals.