Something is going on at Fort Queenscliff. Cannons keep firing.
Either that or we're being invaded. Waiting to see the cannonballs whistling past, feel like a REAL pirate gal now! Arrrgh.
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2 grown ups, 2 children under 5, 1 dog, 1 yacht, and 0 time frame.....
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Overboard Tally.
1. Dizzy (smartly retrieved in manner of scruff of the neck haulage)
2. Cup (deliberately flung overboard by Miss Cooks).
2. Cup (deliberately flung overboard by Miss Cooks).
3. Screwdriver (dropped by clumsy husband)
4. Scissors. (Cooka looka tomfoolery.)
5. Cooks' drink bottle. (running down the rainy ramp, face planted, said bottle farly flung and rolled into water, but smartly retrieved by stomach lying & twisted mother).
6. Bait knife. (too much wine). oops.
7. Biscuit tin. empty. [thankfully].
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