Theft from Boats

We were never, no I can't say never, burgled whilst living in bricks and mortar although we did have our shop broken into. The community on the cut has taken another knocking, we were burgled last night, by whoever, who had one hell of a thirst on, 36 cans Cider and 36 cans of Bitter. The next time this happens, I shall have found a volunteer on whom to test my new chainsaw, the arabs have the right idea, cut 0f their f*****g hands. Am I pissed, no I don't have any alcohol to get pissed on.
OK Mum, I shan't do anyone any damage, but at this moment in time I possibly could. No time has passed and I am calming down, but beware burglars I am sleeping with my chainsaw.
We are at Twyford wharf south of banbury heading down towards Enslow and the Rock of Gibraltar. Jill has been back now for 2 weeks and is slowly chilling out again that was until last nights antics. Anyway more from Jill when she lands, perhaps she has and it's still me at 10,000 feet.

Home Sweet Home

Arrived back early evening Weds & celebrated in fine style with John from Meredith & his visiting friend from Germany. They gave Graham a couple of excellent bottles of wine by way of thanking him for jump starting their boat & it would be exceedingly unboaterly not to invite them round to help us drink them - & several more (just to compare qualities you know). After a late start & paracetomol we pulled pins & headed south in gorgeous weather. This was the 1st summer's day I've spent on the boat & unfortunately short lived as yesterday was horrible & today (Sunday) it hasn't stopped raining, so holed up between Rugby & Braunston. At least it will give me a chance to find things again as, in my 6 week absence, Graham has re-filed the entire boat - & I do mean the entire boat including my wardrobe (my goodness he must have been bored)!