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Shipping Forecast
Wolfgang has just phoned, rather unexpectedly and sounding exceedingly cheerful, to say that he has spent the last twelve hours in a storm that blew the mainsail to shreds (on his shift - apparently it was just like something out of Hornblower). The wind was gale force 11 (on a scale that goes up to, like, 12) and he threw up and no-one got any sleep, but it's all tremendous fun and they're now heading for a port somewhere on the coast of Croatia to try to find a new mainsail.
I'm not convinced that I'd think this was fun, but the main thing is that he's enjoying himself. And this time around he has a change of waterproofs with him, so should not be as damp as last time.
I think I'll go and sit by the fire and drink a hot cup of tea, and wallow in the fact that I am not in a gale force 11 wind, and that the rain is outside the house and could no be described by even the most vivid imagination as driving.
I'm not convinced that I'd think this was fun, but the main thing is that he's enjoying himself. And this time around he has a change of waterproofs with him, so should not be as damp as last time.
I think I'll go and sit by the fire and drink a hot cup of tea, and wallow in the fact that I am not in a gale force 11 wind, and that the rain is outside the house and could no be described by even the most vivid imagination as driving.