[m i a o w] the cat

Returned from marathon sailing and city culture submersion yesterday afternoon, after one night extra at sea due to a combination of planning and tide readings that did not take the stupid end of daylight savings [sob] into account. Cats were collected, and although fatter, appeared well. The same could be said for M and I, mostly.

Returned to trailer and flagellated self due to mismanagement of water timer programming, resulting in death of nearly all our plants. Gah. We were further stabbed by the reality of life back on land by the immediate dysfunction of the van alternator, which looked as if it was only held in place by sheer willpower. However, after some loads of washing, uber healthy dinner (after the transgressions of the previous three nights) and some birthday Oomoo red wine, our situation felt much improved.

Got up this morning and barely felt a flicker, as I morphed back into Typing Girl. Comforting self that I am better off than Small Brother who has probably just flown into London at about 5am, and has only had time to slap himself awake before getting to work at 9am. Good luck! (And yes, M did cellar the wine you gave him - for a whole five days. It is now cellared internally.)