ChrisP
Member
I think the man with the white van is coming for me with a new jacket.
Every Friday I leave work and turn in the opposite direction to home. I turn down the prospect of a warm front room with Sky TV and all the trimmings and instead elect to go to the boat. I park in the carpark and struggle down the pontoon fully laden (as all pack horses should be). Wressel with an unrelenting canopy to gain access to the boat where I mix a stiff drink turn up the heating make a cup of tea and bury myself into a comfy chair to wait for the wife, kids and dog who will all find good reanons for me to leave my Valhalla. For me the weekend has arrived. We've lived in our present home for 15 years and I only know 3 people in the street yet after 3 months I know almost everybody on the pontoon. The wife's even making noises about selling the house and moving to the boat.
Is this condition terminal. Am I the only one that suffers this affliction come winter rain summer sun.
Do I need help from Aunt Lucy or Mystic Meg.
If there's a cure please keep it to yourself and let me die a happy man.
Signed
Deranged of Brighton
Every Friday I leave work and turn in the opposite direction to home. I turn down the prospect of a warm front room with Sky TV and all the trimmings and instead elect to go to the boat. I park in the carpark and struggle down the pontoon fully laden (as all pack horses should be). Wressel with an unrelenting canopy to gain access to the boat where I mix a stiff drink turn up the heating make a cup of tea and bury myself into a comfy chair to wait for the wife, kids and dog who will all find good reanons for me to leave my Valhalla. For me the weekend has arrived. We've lived in our present home for 15 years and I only know 3 people in the street yet after 3 months I know almost everybody on the pontoon. The wife's even making noises about selling the house and moving to the boat.
Is this condition terminal. Am I the only one that suffers this affliction come winter rain summer sun.
Do I need help from Aunt Lucy or Mystic Meg.
If there's a cure please keep it to yourself and let me die a happy man.
Signed
Deranged of Brighton
