What a year, what a year.

Been sailing today - replacement autopilot hydraulic ram not performing as it should. In fact, hardly performing at all. Hope it's just me fucking up the calibration. Too much current to attempt a rerun on our mooring.
Engine no longer leaking water - faulty impeller pump now replaced. Instead the engine's now liberally spraying bilges with lub oil.
Electric bilge pump acting up - sump pump fried by the sound of it. Manual bilge pump in the engine compartment refuses to play - again.
Main torn in two places - genoa just one tear.
Stern gland needs repacking (best case scenario) or propshaft bent after I ran over our mooring earlier in the year (worst case scenario).

Then, today - squalls and horizontal rain. I'm not even going to mention picking up the mooring buoy and recovering the tender. Suffice it to say that it was not a pretty sight.
Why don't I just play cards or collect stamps?

Money (lots of) committed to the new deck this winter. Little - if anything at all - left over.
Things I had hoped would last another few years all packing in at the same time.

Completely, totally and utterly - fed up!!
The only thing that keeps me going right now... the words of Stanley Norman Fletcher (Porridge): Don't let the bastards grind you down. But at the moment I find it hard to live up to them.