Friday 25th July

The rain continues to fall and we sit in the river pointing downstream for 10 hours a day and upstream for 14. This at least provides us with some variety. In sympathy with all of this the stockmarket crashes again adding to the air of gloom. We are as full of depression as the dinghy is with water. However the Deeply Despondent Superannuants intend to sail on the morning tide heading for Trial Bay tomorrow and Coffs on Sunday.
On a brighter note………no I can’t think of anything.

The Admiral has done his cruciate ligament. How you can do yourself an injury pouring a cup of tea is uncertain but it was Irish Breakfast which is a particularly strong brew. Fortunately being at the peak of physical fitness he stands a good chance of a speedy recovery. Various chemical compounds are assisting in the process and we are casting around for an eye patch and a small parrot to go with the limp. Yo ho ho and a bottle of chardonnay.

We sail on the morning tide, Lil arrives on the afternoon plane, nasty Qantas maintenance induced incidents not withstanding. The Admiral’s many appetites will once again be attended to. An end to Curvy’s shredded carrot focacia and the Admiral’s whinging!

On engineering matters the normally reliable (ha!)Fischer Panda generator has collapsed of exhaustion. After over-revving and sending 300 volts through a system which prefers a steady diet of 240 it was beaten to death with a stick by an alert and only slightly alarmed Admiral. We think he got it in time before it fried all the electrics. Still I suppose it did serve us for about 10 hours since its last million dollar overhaul, which was its best performance in 3 years. It may now have a second and more productive life as an anchor.
Off to Panthers to dine.