Moving House, Back on Boat
28 October 2011
Well! Kicked out of our beloved domicile."forced"to live on the boat. We find ourselves adrift - between houses, not yet in the new house -and recovering from a night which involved getting pulled over loudly by police and being over the limit.
More later. Typing this on my phone; not too easy.
Now the story... The new tenant, let's call her Matilda, arrived, with 5 cats, after driving from Queensland for 4 days. Of course she wanted in, and I was still (after 2 months) working on last minute jobs, trying to install that essential thing, the toilet. Dusk. We bought a roast chicken at Woolies, and a bottle of Hardy's Postage Stamp red wine, and drove to the waterfront. It was beautiful. Dom had invited us to stay, rather than go to a hotel, for it was too late to go to the boat being now dark. Sat for a couple of hours (maybe one) watching the Friday night parade. Finished and satisfied, I started the car and pulled out. Within 30 seconds the police car behind me was making every effort to be noticed -lights, siren, HELLO!!!. I pulled over. Well, what choice? License. Breathe into this sir. Long pause. Well..."You're over the limit but not by much. How about you turn there, park your car, and go for a walk, have a coffee." (I'm not gone, haven't been booked!). "Okay". So we did it, and the fun thing was, we came back to the car, and, guess what, the police truck was parked right alongside!
Slept at the boathouse last night.