Limbless veteran. Tigger's world.

Been sailing in Greece again, all around the southern Ionian islands. 12 of us with about 12 legs between us and 23 eyes.
We had 3 yachts from Nielson's, a Defo 324, a 38 and a 42. The last of which was very much the sail training boat, doing their competent crew RYA Certs.
The temperature was up to about 30c and down to 11c at night. Some amazing rainstorms, including a funnel cloud beginning to form. The wind ranged from zero to a 7 on race day, but more of that later. As usual, we sailed in a loose flotilla except for race day. It's amazing how fickle the winds are, nothing then westerly 4/5 then a hole with nothing and a 100m late a 6 easterly.
Two years ago Col. Steve, me and crew finished 2rd in class and I wanted more, a win. So I spent a lot of time trying to get some shape into the sails. How do they get that bad? But in the end as good as I could get the sails the main issue was with the port side shrouds which were very loose resulting in one tack is about 35 off the wind and about 45 on the other, port, tack. But at least the hull was relatively clear. Anyway, the 42 was even worse than us with nearly 15 difference in tacks as well as poor sail condition.
We sailed to Sivota, I think, I love this place great food and a clean toilet, separated by a wash haha. Apparently, the G&T was supposed to be a genteel event. Someone decided (me) that it was a 50/50 g&t in half pint glasses, apparently, I had 5 and a few beers. All I know is that 2 walks around the harbor and one to the top of the hill, a mile and half, only enabled me to stand and be able to see where I was going to throw up. This sorry state of affairs is entirely due to me not drinking normally and in this one night consuming more alcohol than I had previously drunk in 5 years. What made matters worse was that apparently despite my begging not one of the several hundred yachts had any Alka-Seltzer. The moral of this is don't pretend you can keep up with your crew who are 30 years younger.