[m i a o w] the cat

Today is cold and windy. I’ve been getting text messages from an ebullient M.

Sailing along in the wonderful Oomoo. Water goes lap lap.

Am doing 4 knots. Just crossed sandbank near pier.

Oomoo is on his first island! I am eating an or ange.

Have to tack out v.far. Just used chart and compass. Bit scary. All good tho!

I am eaten by the desire to get back to my cats, boat, house and boy. Can hardly believe I can sit here in the office talking to M while he stands on a small island in Queensland. It’s too weird. At least he has to suffer sometimes - we’re very short on money and M has been out of both coffee and milk for three days, and he is also making 32 tables for his sisters new restaurant. He just has to concentrate on not making them too beautiful and taking too long on them