Getting Squashed

It's fucking hairy out there tonight. There's a shitload of water coming down the Thames and we're rocking about all over the place. You don't often see waves rolling past your bedroom window but tonight's one of those nights when you wish you hadn't seen Titanic. If just for that nauseous song.

Simon's boat Rhiannon has been pushing up against me and crushing me up against the pontoon. Wayne, Mo and I were out tonight trying to retie her guy ropes to pull her away. Mo and I could hardly push the two boats apart the current's so strong.

Hopefully another dry day tomorrow will ease things up a bit. Ah the joys of boat living ladies and gentlemen. Some days I envy you all and your sturdy living environments.

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