You may have gathered by now that I don't always post in compliance with my titles, indeed why should I? I am in fact writing this to no-one in particular, and in reality no-one reads it but me, so I suppose it could be construed as the public face of my inner thoughts, (obviously highly edited in case someone does read it, due to my upbringing, I'm not one to air all my laundry in th public domain).
I'm busy doing nish again and we (that is the boat I am currently onboard) are diligently running from another storm that is forcing us to speed west from the work site, I have caught up with all my correspondence and faceooked all that care to be online at the ungodly hour that I am spewing this out at.
Why does the spillchoker underline the word "online" surely by now this is an accepted word (I'm struggling with American English, an oxymoron if ever I came across one).
So back to counting spare parts for my supper I suppose, although I can't understand why we (Mr Shane ) & myself seem to be the only ones doing it (as there are 10 others that could contribute), oh yes I know, we are the only ones stupid enough to.
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