A little light on, in a heavy sort of way..

Not much action on the blog front of late.. Xave & I have been 'working a few things out'.

It's funny. When we first starting living on our boat, it was surprising how many single blokes we met living on boats who had started off as part of a couple.

Indeed when we started telling people that we were planning to live on a boat, too many of them offered (?) the same sort of stories: "We had friends who lived on a boat. They're divorced now." etc etc.

So it's really not funny at all, and often a foregone conclusion I imagine.

We are over it. For the time being at least.

I for one, am sick of feeling grotty. Sick of leaving the boat looking like I live on a boat. I'm becoming lazy, bored, and intolerant, (yeah yeah, I know, MORE intolerant). Cast Iron Cookie is fine, but Roo feels anxious when we're sailing, and feels sick. Thank God Xave is keeping us all sane. The bloody shark we passed as we were heading out of Broken Bay was possibly the straw that broke the camels back.

So when our friends asked us if we wanted to look after their home and dogs in Watsons Bay until August, it only took a couple of days of tears of defeat (mine) to decide that we would be MAD not to....

My question to you is this. Should I stop writing these sporadic posts?

In one way, we still feel most definately 'adrift', and we are still 'family robinson'. But is there enough material in the eastern suburbs of Sydney for a bogan girl from Queenscliff to write about?.... Hmmm, I wonder..