So here we are - snugly tucked in to our temporary berth. Once again being rocked to sleep at an entirely too early hour - & waking up groggily on the couch 2 hours later, and that's without wine...
It feels the best. It truly does.
Wasn't the easiest and most glamorous arrival at our berth I have say. Xave might divorce me for spilling the beans, but that's a risk I'm willing to take.
(Anything for a laugh).
I insisted that he reverse in - the bow sprit had something to do with it, but mostly because the other boats were stern in and I wanted to match. Going forward is obviously easier than reversing, but keeping with the 'happy wife, happy life' theory, he quietly (& still calmly) acquiesced.
Bearing in mind that we were surrounded by gazillion dollar racing yachts, we (he) took it super slowly - we've witnessed lots of people come to grief, approaching a pen too fast and getting into all sorts of trouble. Xave popped her in her pen after 6 goes, but not before a nice little audience had assembled to witness the task. Nothing like a bit of public pressure to calm the nerves... As usual, Cooks and Roo started trying to kill each other down below which kept me busy and not much help. (I promise I wasn't hiding). Promise.
Anyway - after poking my head up & checking all was good, I went back down below to ground the children for the rest of their lives. On resurfacing, I found Xave had turned puce. PUCE. That lovely pinky/purple colour. Of course I burst into laughter (fearful nervous - I could get chucked in the water for this - type laughter) because he looked so.... purple. Xave had been re-routing the stern line, when the current grabbed the keel and swung her round, causing Xave to lose balance, and dangle wetly in the water, then having to ask a passerby to grab the rope and pull the boat (and Xave) back to the pontoon - "BECAUSEHISUSELESSWIFEWASNTHELPINGASUSUAL" (add your own expletive).
Seriously, he was so purple. It was so funny.
We are managing to get kids to school & ourselves to work, clean and tidy, and only smelling a tiny bit like deisel. We have also reconnected with each other. There is NOTHING more family friendly, than living on a boat.
THE PROS FAR OUTWEIGH THE CONS.
