Gluggage.

Glug one.

The total and utter state of devastation on the docks as it transpires that the downpours of the last few nights are very much more than the drainage system is designed for. Would have been more appropriate to take a boat over there rather than our Trannie' vans.... s'funny how a van can prefer wearing women's clothes and false boobs, I always thought of them as rather inanimate objects, just goes to prove how wrong you can be.

Night shifts came and went. Two nights watching places for no joy, then pulled back for a night working our arses off on the dock for no result, followed by a final repeat of night three but modified to allow for the fact that everybody was completely p*ssed off and had no morale left.

Glug two.

Found some more white wine in the house last night. And some red. Drank it with a friend. Oh meaty, joyous wine hangovers! So a fairly brief update today, no time for deep analysis of issues, which is a shame because there's been some; it's busy time. Baz the Bike is coming around with a car he needs to store offroad, so I'm hoping the weather's going to hold for an hour so I can get the mower over the lawn. Christine's leaking oil over my freshly cleaned drive again and I've got a pile of things to get in order, so I'm gonna.