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RIP
Being a bit miffed at TCM, Cutyholic and B1. Swanning away to the Med without by your leave or anything, I thought I’d have a little trip out in the boat all on my own. Well nearly!!
And so it began.
On arrival at Plymouth the sun beat down on an ideal day, only the raggies were upset cos there was no wind. Bobbie and all the marina staff waved and offered a free lift out and to clean Muckyfarters bottom, even the mechanic said it would not be fair unless he gave her a service and some new filters. So whilst all this was going on an unknown raggie said he would run me to the pub and was quite offended when I offered to pay half the cost of the booze, not to mention the fillet steak and apple pie. The buxom bar maid said she would be honoured to come back to the boat at closing time, to keep me company. But that she was sorry cos she had to get back to work after making my breakfast in the morning and would that be OK.
Arriving back at the boat which the marina staff had kindly moored right at the bottom of the ramp and not 3 miles down the pontoon where it usually was. Bobbie the marina manager was waiting for me in a low cut evening dress, a glint in her eye and a rose between her teeth. She was a bit upset that the buxom bar maid had got there first. Especially as she had got her staff to spend the evening polishing, scrubbing and even changing the bed sheets. So off she went in a huff.
So me and Angel the bar maid settled down for the evening with the champagne and jam butties that bobbie had got prepared. Angel asked if it would be ok to change into something more comfortable and would I mind scrubbing her back in the shower. I felt a bit upset at this request as bobby and even the mechanic had not requested help, but just got on with it. Anyway being in quite a good mood I agreed and got the luffa out to give her a good scrub.
Angel left in the morning after getting up early and making egg bacon and buttered toast with marmalade then hopping back into bed before gently waking me. I was a bit red faced, not realising some of the antics that Plymouth bar maids got up to in the middle of the night so did it again just to make sure I had not dreamt it!!
And so on this glorious morning after untying Muckyfarter and washing the fenders and putting the ropes away. Angel skipped off the boat with a cheery wave. And I headed off to Cawsands for a dip in the sea and wondering what other adventures there might be. ............................
To be continued.
<font color=blue> Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
Haydn
And so it began.
On arrival at Plymouth the sun beat down on an ideal day, only the raggies were upset cos there was no wind. Bobbie and all the marina staff waved and offered a free lift out and to clean Muckyfarters bottom, even the mechanic said it would not be fair unless he gave her a service and some new filters. So whilst all this was going on an unknown raggie said he would run me to the pub and was quite offended when I offered to pay half the cost of the booze, not to mention the fillet steak and apple pie. The buxom bar maid said she would be honoured to come back to the boat at closing time, to keep me company. But that she was sorry cos she had to get back to work after making my breakfast in the morning and would that be OK.
Arriving back at the boat which the marina staff had kindly moored right at the bottom of the ramp and not 3 miles down the pontoon where it usually was. Bobbie the marina manager was waiting for me in a low cut evening dress, a glint in her eye and a rose between her teeth. She was a bit upset that the buxom bar maid had got there first. Especially as she had got her staff to spend the evening polishing, scrubbing and even changing the bed sheets. So off she went in a huff.
So me and Angel the bar maid settled down for the evening with the champagne and jam butties that bobbie had got prepared. Angel asked if it would be ok to change into something more comfortable and would I mind scrubbing her back in the shower. I felt a bit upset at this request as bobby and even the mechanic had not requested help, but just got on with it. Anyway being in quite a good mood I agreed and got the luffa out to give her a good scrub.
Angel left in the morning after getting up early and making egg bacon and buttered toast with marmalade then hopping back into bed before gently waking me. I was a bit red faced, not realising some of the antics that Plymouth bar maids got up to in the middle of the night so did it again just to make sure I had not dreamt it!!
And so on this glorious morning after untying Muckyfarter and washing the fenders and putting the ropes away. Angel skipped off the boat with a cheery wave. And I headed off to Cawsands for a dip in the sea and wondering what other adventures there might be. ............................
To be continued.
<font color=blue> Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
Haydn
