Grab your favorite drink and enjoy the story of a flying Moo Moo and a giggle to end your day on.
I woke up feeling refreshed after two nights in a row of great sleep. Eleven hours on Tuesday, and ten hours last night. It had nothing to do with Martin being away. It is more to do with catching up on sleep and shaking off a head cold kind of feeling, nothing I can really put my finger on. Maybe it is just sinus.
Just after 6am, I took all three animals up for their morning comfort stop. This can be challenging when I am on my own. Challenging for a number of reasons. Zac the cat is on a 5-meter retractable lead, and I need to keep one eye on him in case any passing dogs are overly interested. Generally, he has their measure. Nowadays the bigger dogs don’t bother him, he simply ignores their barking and attention. I believe most give up because they don’t get the reaction they are seeking.
Zac disappears into the garden bed, digs a hole and does his business and then covers it up. Meanwhile, Moo and Nitro head in different directions and each do their business on the open grass. I make a mental note where each one stopped so that I can collect their calling cards. Checking for big dogs I tie Zac’s lead to a tree. He is happy eating grass. I pick up Moo’s poo and hunt for Nitro’s – cannot see it. Keep looking…
I feel my shoe slide in something soft.
You guessed it – found it. All of it is stuck to my shoe. I wipe it off on a brick and bag it up and bin it.
Time to go back to the boat, feed the cherubs and then decide on a croissant for me. A quick text to a neighbour to see if she wanted one as well. A lovely brief walk in the morning sun to pick up two gorgeous croissants from Christian Jacques French Patrisse (to die for). Proud of myself, I ordered in French. Big grin…
Back to Jazzy’s boat for a tea / coffee and croissants and homemade jam, and a lovely catch up before the day started.
Then back to my boat. A productive morning with the CD blasting and noise cancelling headphones to block out the construction noise across the river. This is my strategy to not let the construction noise beast drive me insane.
Productive work done. 
Time for a cuppa, put the kettle on (gas stove – and a gorgeous whistle kettle) take the dogs up for comfort stop number two. Decide to take the bin with me.
Get through the gate and shut it. Damn, my keys are on the boat. The kettle is on. Everyone is at work. This return to work has real disadvantages for me. Call the Marina Manager… no answer, text the marina manager, no response.
No marina staff in sight. Surely the kettle is boiling by now. Heck…
Walking up and down the marina to see anyone l know who can open the gate for me. Finally, found someone about to use the amenities, I don’t know them. I introduce myself and politely explain the situation. He asked a few questions, and finally walked down to my gate to let me and the dogs back in.
He opens the gate and steps back, so does Nitro and Moo who are standing behind him. I am sure they were expecting him to walk through the gate, not turn and walk away. Moo goes flying through the air downwards. Looking up at me as he was falling he didn’t bark once. Luckily, it was low tide. He landed on the rocks… My rescuer then jumps over the retaining wall to rescue one flying Moo Moo.
After a million thank you’s, I get back on the boat and turn the kettle off. I have earnt this cup of tea. It was only 10.30am.
Hope you had a great day everyone…
