Sunday, 31 May 2009

Working like billio

After several months of boat reconstructactivity, summer has hit like sticking your head in an oven and we are in the full swing of charter season. After getting down to our last 100 euros and being ever so slightly worried that the dream was exactly that (again), we picked up 6 charters in 2 weeks! Hooray! Bookings are coming in, the website seems to be getting some hits via search engines and everyone who comes out with us is having a gay old time. It is the best job either of us can imagine and yet again, we’ve made new friends in the process (which included being taken out for a civilised meal last night which somehow culminated in the demolishing of a litre of Black Label Smirnoff between four of us and getting in at 5am – rock n roll).

June is getting busy with visits from James and Lucie (our very first charterers and winter landlords) who we owe several days sailing, the Nurses paying their third visit and my mum and Richard, paying their third visit also. I’ve also had a random email from Sam Pink Hair, who reckons she’s en route to Monte on her bike. Crazy girl. I’ll eat my battered sunhat if she makes it. With chips.

Built a bed big enough to put a Tim in

Yes, finally, we’ve extended the bed. Or rather, Nathanial Xenon Comber extended our bed. Nat paid an eight day visit to re-gig our cabin and doubling the size of our bed. It is now bigger than king size and is absolutely wonderful. Marital bliss is resumed and Tim’s bruises have faded. Great to see Nat too and have our first proper boat guest staying on board.

He did seem to think that our idea of a hard working day wasn’t that akin to his. He clearly works too hard.

Cheers Nat – you have made a big difference to life aboard Monty B.

Dog mungus

I’ve decided to get my arse into gear and write a blog entry every week as of today. When we are busy, and rain is rare, it is difficult to find the time to commit to something so sedentary as even our days off at the moment seem to involve constant activity. I’m not complaining; not for a moment. Things are GREAT.

I think I’ve found writing the blog difficult since John’s demise, knowing that one of these days I really should change the title of my blog and update the profile, so that John is no longer “current” – but every time I go to do it, it makes me so sad I find something else to do.

But we have so much to report and the summer is already zooming along without record, so I need to start writing more regularly.

And I guess the first and most important bit of news is that we have a new dog. She is a diminutive blonde with a naughty gleam in her eye. Part corgi, part ferret or something like that, she is one of a kind. Prior to living on our boat, her home was outside the Pantomarket in Tivat (a half-decent supermarket), where she had stared meaningfully into shoppers eyes in exchange for cheap food. We’ve named her Mollie.

She has adapted to boat life amazingly well, apart from the occasional break for freedom during week one (one of which involved her jumping off the boat and swimming across the harbour). I think after spending the first two years of her life doing exactly what she liked, it took a bit of adjustment to being told what to do (I can relate to that). But she quickly realised which side her bread was buttered and she is now utterly devoted (to everyone who comes on the boat).

Erm, lots more to tell. Another post.