Oh Dear

I'm sure I'd left my boat around here somewhere. Well, it could be funny, but tough nuts indeed for one of the newer members whose boat came adrift overnight and holed itself on the breakwater. We always have two mooring lines (junks) and shackles onto the mooring chain, but he had only one and was told a few months ago to put a second on. That single point of failure thing. That's not wise after the event, at least. It being a Wednesday, I was inclined to step out but young Andra has put some 'Transatlantic Chilean Folk Ensemble' bash on tomorrow. And it's coming down like stair rods out there. I may just settle down with the slippers on. A strange expression. Maybe I should pour a dram and muse on that.