Well here we are, stress masts and decisions!

Friday night, beer and boat jobs.

Well decision one was to name the gps after George, the first person to comment on the blog! So immortalised forever as George the GPS! Slainte George.

Second up we've pulled the mast and have had a bit#* of a job both getting it out and being messed around by the yard. Was supposed to go in the yard under cover and has been left in the non secure part easy for anyone to help themselves to things off it, like radar scanner, 2 brand new furlex gears with one pin to remove and leg it. The reason for not putting it into the storage....... they need it tomorrow for a staff party..... if it rains.

if something is stolen can i claim off their insurance... no chance!

i'm at a loss for words, considering how much i pay, and get WORSE service than from a paris waiter, shocking!

Difficult to complain as a live aboard they can kick you out of the marina, don't you hate corporations that are faceless and run by accountants.

anyway i'm off to check on my mast!

until the next tirade
toodlepip!
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