Seashoes on our seafeet which should hopefully be connected to our sealegs...

and no, I'm not talking about those Japanese toe shoes...

AT LAST we are back on board Awaitea.

We have had such a wonderful time looking after our mates' dogs in Watsons Bay, and now that they are home, last night, we slept aboard Awaitea for the first time in 5 months.

OK, so I haven't bumped my head - yet - and apart from the initial nausea, and the great galumping ferry "Borrowdale" nearly throwing me off my not-so-seafeet, some things have come back very naturally, (like using 3 squares of toilet paper, and cleaning our teeth with a mouthful of water) and apart from Xave & I admitting that it feels 'kinda crowded', the kids are very comfortable, happy & cosy, and jump about like it's the most normal home in the world.

Backtracking, to say we (I) agonised over the decision to move back on board is an understatement. Lets just say, that during one of my frequent bunny boiling moments (I was BORN for that role), a couple of serendipitous meetings with a couple of kindred spirits, enabled me to re-focus and choose to get back on the boat rather than lease an apartment which we were an ink stroke away from doing...

Last night, as I lay awake with a sick Cookie (she hasn't been unwell for AGES - hows that for timing), unable to switch off my brain, I thought about the logistics of getting Roo to school, clean & tidy?, of about Xave leaving the boat at sparrows fart to get to work, clean & tidy?, of about me getting to work, clean & tidy?, and returning home from work at 1.30am and looking for a carpark, then walking through a well known beat to the marina, (maybe my gender will work to my advantage in this case).... needless to say, I'm kinda buggered this morning.

On Sunday, we will be moving our palatial vessel to an easier berth rather than mooring for the next month or so, whilst Xave finishes his work commitments, then after that, well, we'll see.

Finally, lets not underestimate Awaitea. She is truly a beautiful boat. She is comfy & safe, and as much as I bag her, it's not her, per se, it's the fact that she's 30 square metres rather than 150 square metres, and that's not her fault.