Took M his lunch today at boatland as we are running with one car at the moment [snuffle] and he wasn’t in the boat shed, so I wandered in to have a look. The last month has been kind of blurry, but I am having some kind of spaciousness injected into my headspace this week, as I Don’t Have To Drive Into Work At ALL!! I just stay home and try and work my way through this pile of files for three days. I don’t know why that makes me feel better, but it does.

So I go into the shed on my own, and it’s quiet, dusty and somehow, all of a sudden, FILLED WITH BOAT. And I’m talking a BOAT SHAPED boat. Not two hulls on opposite sides of the shed. Not two hulls on opposite sides of the shed with a floor in between them. I’m talking two hulls, joined together, looking like a MOFO CATAMARAN. Holy shit! As I am suffused with pg hormones, I looked misty eyed at M when he walked in a few minutes later, and asked him how he had managed to achieve this all on his own, as he (and I) are famous for our non-existent shoulders and should, by rights, both be allocated a pygmy helper by the government to help us with tasks that require the extra oomph of shoulder power.

He just looked beguilingly at me and shrugged. The boat dwarfed him. The boat dwarfed ME (and I am known, around the trailer, as ‘Jennings’ - as in Waylon - yes, whale jokes are our current occupation du jour here in trailerland - at the moment I have a pathological fear of Japanese restaurants and the thought that chefs may pursue me with harpoons for ’scientific research’ purposes. I digress. Because it’s ALL about ME. Sorry.)

Suddenly we have a Large Boat. With a lounge room, cockpit, bedrooms, kitchen etc. that were all identifiable as I stood on the chair and looked over at it (it’s not quite all secured yet). The change of perspective involved in getting it all joined up and off the ground cannot be understated. I think it must be a great relief for M, who is really looking forward to getting stuck into stuff like the furniture and interior fitting out, rather than dealing with the mega jobs like the hulls and the big bit in the middle.

I am going down the street to spend some of the money I unexpectedly earnt today being a Macintosh facilitator and data analyst assistant (i.e. helping my dad do his work at the trailer as his home phone line blew down and killed his dialup) and buy some CHAMPAGNE of which I will have ONE GLASS. I will even retain my wondrous humour as I let M gargle the rest and run around being obstreperous. Because we also got the all clear on the new car yesterday - it’s roadworthied and ready to be registered, and M did all the car stuff on his own. The ReMarkables - they’re a mountain range, you know.