Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Drunken Sailor

So we've been aboard Awaitea for about 7 weeks give or take.

Rocking is now 'normal'.

Today at the play centre with the kids, I almost fell over.

From standing still.

People must have thought I was pissed.

Sleepless in Queenscliff.

Well that was fun.

NOT.

It started with a forecast, then a radio host asking for caller updates. Everyone was being VERY dramatic. I started freaking out in anticipation. So I text messaged my fear to the radio host. She mentioned me 'freaking out' on air (and told me it might not be necessary to freak out). Roo heard it and thought it was wonderful that she mentioned us, (and then suggested "Lindy might like to talk about when Cookie was on her scooter and did a somersault over Dizzy"). Maybe not Rooey...


5.00pm: Xave put a couple of extra fenders on and tied up the wind generator and radar. Just in case.

1.00am: Holy Moly What the hell is that?

1.15am: Xave goes up on deck to check things. I sit on step watching and making sure he isn't blown overboard.

1.25am: Xave comes back below.

1.40am: We notice through our cabin window the oar on the tender about to be blown away.

1.41am: Xave goes back on deck.

etc etc until about 4am (thx for your regular txt's through the wee hours Anna). Was pretty exciting,

We're a bit tired today, BUT THE KIDS SLEPT THROUGH THE LOT. Little legends.