Gloucester & Sharpness Canal
Alls well on the baby front. Bethan isnt a screamer, the milk bar opened on time, the nappies and knitted cardigans fitted and Mothercare is doing a roaring trade.
When it’s my turn to visit I shall be looking forward to playing against Joe on the Scalextric and model railway.
Boat-wise Ive been holding the fort while V is away running errands, washing, ironing and cooking (nothing new there, just a change of scenery).
While V enjoys herself I chug up and down the Gloucester & Sharpness Canal stopping at different places depending on how the fancy takes me.
If I dont get a green light at a particular bridge, which shall remain nameless, then I turn round and go back the way I came, making as much noise and fuss as I can to make my point. Its likely nobody sees me so I am probably wasting my time.
Then there are huge monsters that make you wish you could climb the gangway and tour the insides, listen to the engine and wiggle the wheel.
Just compare sizes with the narrowboat moored in front. Does he ever see the sunshine I wonder.
Next week we should be back to normal, V in the umpires chair and me swabbing the decks.
Ive also got to explain what Ive been doing for two weeks. Now where did I put that jobs list?