Been sailin'

Cooo, where've we been in the last few days? Been mucking about with boats again, that's where. Bloody big ones that is. Boats, that is. Wash your mind out.

Six AM, Friday morning, found myself bundled up with a whole bunch of guys, local and brigaded from elsewhere to go on board a ship in a harbour not far away from where we're at. Blagged a spot on the first boarding party, sorting out the initial formalities; thus knocking a hole in the training gap and watching one of the bosses make an arse of it. Had been teamed up with a couple of the older guys for once, whom I know are good at their trade, so for once I had a good day, felt I got lots from it. A couple of days of working sillibuggers at the weekend; been feeling pretty run down and sleeping not much in the last few days and it bit today... to my embarrassment, overslept and was an hour late for work. Minimal ribbing and the boss was ok, but I was not happy - not a bad thing though coz for once it seems to have motivated me to get my arse in gear and take the day by the balls. One minor detection, working with a bunch of blokes from other agencies, a day recovered from the shit.

SO... how does one manage to lose one's last hoover bag? I've got house that's well beyond the limit for condemnation by the war crimes tribuneral, I know for a fact that the cleaner's got one bag left, I saw it just the other day. And can I find it? Can I hell. Bloody typical.