I write this while sitting on the boat in the middle of Salhouse Broad in Norfolk.
This weekend has been long overdue, after a quick clean up and a fettle we were underway again. On our run round we bumped into a few old friends who we haven’t seen for a couple of years. It was really nice to catch up, time moves on but people generally stay the same. The dog loves the boat life, he is quite happy to sit behind me as we go along and never attempts to get off. We will be going back home tomorrow and I have a couple of days off, this will give me time to prepare for an interview I have on Wednesday. I then have to fly to Belfast on Wednesday evening for a meeting with top brass in the factory on Thursday morning.
I had a potter around the allotment before we left for the boat. The French beans have budded. The rest of the stuff is going great guns, I also planted a tayberry bush, this will be in my raspberry run. I think I will be picking plums when I get back from Norfolk, they were looking good when I left.
Fuckwits and wasters ptII
I went to the radio club on Friday night and I managed to bump into none other than the man who sponges off his wife. He berated me last week on 2 metres for failing to give my locator while mobile, a license condition that was stopped four years ago. As luck had it he decided to visit the local radio club this week. I can be pretty intimidating when I want to and suffice it to say an apology was forthcoming and we can all move on with our lives and he also now understands the terms of his radio transmitting license.
Enjoy what’s left of your weekend
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