Long distance relationships
04 June 2009 | St Albans
What can I say? I took a step back on Sunday. At the end of my tether. My health was suffering - another stroke loomed large. All the symptoms were there (numbness in the face and right hand & arm + a pins and needles sensation that wouldn't go away). My brain's been writing cheques my body could no longer cash.
Faced with another week of commuting, aching muscles and bones and being on my own, I caved in. Went home with Brigitte and Yanni craving sleep, peace and quiet. The mind-numbing tedium of the office was, for once, something to look forward to.
I left instructions regarding work priorities, but going by recent conversations on the phone, these have been largely ignored. What will I find when I see her again? What progress will have been made? Heaven only knows.
However, one firm and irrevocable decision has been reached: I'm bringing Guapa home. As she is, finished or not. Tomorrow's my last ferry Channel crossing - next time I'll be sailing Guapa.
We're very, very nearly out of time and money. Whatever still needs doing, I'll do it myself, or I'll have some pre-fabricated panels made by Stazo (the manufacturers of the cork). One way or another, we're done. The open-ended story ends; and it must end soon! In a matter of days.
Ready for the first step on our way home - at last.
Our mooring awaits.