Sunday, 2 June 2013
So, it's 6.43 am and I am OUT of bed (yes, I'm feeling okay), I'm in the galley, and I'm polishing the cutlery. Fine. Right NOW I'm playing on my phone, but not for long, just a quick break, gotta have a break. This is what happens when you leave things to the last minute, guests arrive on Thursday and I basically need to polish every piece of stainless on the boat, all the portholes, everything. I donno, I totally think polishing is a boys job. It's messy and tiring and horrible, it has to be. I'm gonna have to tell the deckhand that, he's going to be TOLD. Five months until I go home, I have an interesting way of getting back down to South Africa, plan is in action. I can half cross off "plan future" on my list of things to do yesterday, failed miserably at the "master making poached eggs" task, but did pretty good on the planning future thing. I actively thought about it, jotted down a few ideas (I don't like that word, jotted, where does it COME from?) and got excited, step in the right direction. Okay, polish taaaam
