Two poos together in the bin smell bad, as you know. But they can also be friends. Friends are the best thing in the world, as my friend said. And I agree. And that thought, which of course could be the beginning of a very long reflection, ends here because it’s Sunday night and time to go sleep.
I’m just talking about friends because I hope someone will come pull me and the boat if the pins come out due to the gusty winds. Just joking. Not about the wind though. I may indeed wake up horizontal to the canal stream. Or somewhere else entirely, if the winds continue. At least I can’t complain that life on board is boring.