I leave him for just four days and find that the daily post has shifted to arrive just five minutes before the next day begins. I am back now and order will be restored. Because I have no idea what's been going on and Mr C tells me I have missed nothing in F1 news, I will simply regale you with tales of my holiday. To add a twist, though, try and guess which F1 driver I was emulating at the time each event occurred.
- I already mentioned in the comments the moment when I was allowed to take charge of the boat and guide it into a lock. Unfortunately, I managed to bounce off both walls and the other boat that was already inside. Who does that sound like?
- We turned a sharp corner and didn't make it in time, getting stuck in the mud. This required some poles and some serious pushing. It's a little like marshals getting the call to shove a car back on track - who would do that?
- Finally, having worked out how to not injure one's self in the dangerous call of duty that is steering and navigating a 50 foot long boat, I then dismounted and landed in a patch of stinging nettles, causing serious injury to one's right leg. I say serious, there's a bit of a red bit, that's all. However, injuries, right legs, sound familiar?
I won't bore you with anymore holiday stories, because I don't want to be that person, but I will be going through my camera soon, so look forward to holiday snaps shortly. Even if the sun didn't come out until we'd handed the boat back. I'll see you in the comments... after I've caught up.