The ironing story go’s like this……….
We arrive in Nidri for our very first ever flotilla holiday me first time skipper, the misses first time ever on a boat……lifting her bags yes bags I thought they are a little heavy…..bearing in mind all previous holidays have been pretty luxurious…..she unpacks her bags lines up her shoes…yes shoes…all go’s well a couple of days into the holiday swimbo complains her designer gear is getting damp and creased, It’s getting to close to the group gathering for an evening bash…….where do I plug the Iron in?……..ermmmm……I cant got out in these clothes..*****!!!!!*** Do something…….so being a ex boy scout I put’s a metal tray from the oven over the gas rings puts the iron on top hey presto!! There I am in me boxers ironing swimbo’s designer gear, I was caught in the act by another yottie member…Yes I was the whipping boy for jokes……Still it is a small price to pay to get her to go sailing…by the way at the bash she was a little over dressed!!!!!!!!!!