To celebrate Good Friday Pete and I are…working. It is – oh how surprising – very VERY
hot. We have lugged the last of our
stuff (Pete doesn’t call it stuff; he calls it SHIT, In bitter tones,) from the
big storage box in the workshed. The
carpenters and painters had moved nearly everything out of the cabins while
they were working; it is an immense job to get it all sorted and back in
place. And we are chucking a lot of
things which we have been lugging around forever. For example, beautiful big couch bolsters
which are too big, thick, wide for the couches…They are never going to get
smaller; the couches are never going to get bigger. They were obviously made to the wrong
specifications, back in the early non-Pete days of 2XS. And now they can find a happy home in the
Philippines, on Samal Island.
I have taken everything out of the locker under the
helm, the realm of snorkels, masks, flippers and a few strange slimey items… I
have washed everything and thrown out a lot of…slime. Satisfying!
Today I am doing three loads of washing. This takes much longer than one would
think. There are automatic washing
machines here but they have to be nursed most tenderly, because the water
pressure is very low, and because the power cuts out every now and again,
throwing the machines into panic and confusion.
So I am sitting in the mercifully cool big laundry/storage room, leaping
up every now and again to switch the machine back on, or to add water from a
hose. It will all be worth it, to have
lovely clean bedlinen, teatowels, clothes!!
Tonight is the weekly pot-luck marina BBQ. A few boats are leaving tomorrow, heading
south, so it will be a bit of a farewell, to Labyrinth (Jason and Jolene,
Australia,) and Storm Boy (Gina and
Ahmed, Turkey.)
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