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Let Us start at the beginning,

Photo #1 ... A Fancy Panoramic Collage that Multi-Media Texas Pete put together for you, my loyal fans. Just marvel at the progress the useless hippy is making.

Photo #2... Something to think about. sorry Mum but I never ever once asked Her to behave like that.!!!! Trouble brewing, I can tell. Lie back and think of England. Let's call Her Jackie.....

It's shitty here now, Ever since the S.P.I.C.S broke The Good Lady Fisher, (Re; Whoop, Whoop, It's The Sound Of The Police.) the evidence of horizontal Galician rain has been the only constant force to be relied upon.
I believe it is now Thursday, A full six days has passed and the promise of reparations by the Spanish Authorities has led to a great deal of frustration, dissapointment, anxiety, anger, dissapointment, anxiety, frustration and more anger and exasperation due to the Spanish' constant ability not to be relied upon.
The insurance damage assesment official arrived at 10.05 Tuesday morning, fruits of Mondays multiple Phone around the Spanish office game that The Doc and I dutifully (and evidently successfully) played.
10.10 Tuesday morning, typical British trait, "Miquel, would you like a cup of tea? coffee?"
10.10 and 5 seconds, "No gracias, Tenemos una cerveza" - "No thanks but I could kill a beer"
Quality, What a Dude, Shakin' like Mr Stevens did behind his green door!
No Problema, found 3 blokes with 3 quotes and assurance of one of them showing up 'manana' to get to work repairing 'The Good Lady Fisher'
'Manana' was, in a twist of translation, yesterday. The rain still falls as consistently as John Terry's teardrops. Similies. I Shittum

Wednesday, more rain, no workmen..........O.k. they meant another manana.

This morning, Thursday, 10.00 engineer, got some beers in just in case the offer of a caffeine stimulant wasn't adequate. 13.00 siesta, maybe he's resting!!!!!!!!!
Hunt down another man.
Found another man,
No problem he says, I come back at 4, it will take me an hour.
There was a market in town today, I wanted to see if I could sell some of my Hippy beads, one sale would of been enough for me to buy a coffee of my own, a small whiff of independance from the dependance of The Doc's generosity. I provide The Doc with as much beneficial energy as is capable during the ever changing variants of cruising the Galician coastline. This is generally being the best sailor as I can physically and mentally muster, while we are sailing. In days of rest I do my best to cook, clean, make, repair, translate, whatever needs cooking, cleaning, making, repairing, translating, et al. In return I am provided with a beautiful yacht to live on, a wonderful yacht on which to clean, repair, make, I am provided with good food to cook and I am provided with a sailing adventure that will take me as far as it takes me. The Doc is a patient man, giving me the opportunity to learn the art of sailing without condescending when I am ignorant and explanation when I am curious. However at the moment I am reliant upon Him for My daily bread.
Which is why, today, I wanted to go to market to earn myself a coffee at least but the dickin around by the local workmen meant I had to stay on the pontoon while they decided to fix the boat or nay.
As I believe I've mentioned before (I couldn't be bothered scrolling up, I'm on a roll) this saga with the authorities has now cost us a weeks sailing, and a miserable week it has been too, not inspired to walk the inspirational countryside due to the sea level cloud cover, waiting on workmen not to show when an inspired walk in the potentially inspirational Galician countryside was a possibility.
'Sometimes you have to be stopping to carry on' an old white bearded Indian man once told me.
We will certainly relish the moment that we untie the mooring ropes from the pontoon at Portosin.
Although..........

The man who owns the local grocery store as it happens, is the commodore of the marina where we have been holed up. As charming as we are as customers at the local grocery store He recognized The Doc at the marina bar today and not only policed the rapid repairs to The Lady Fisher but also informed The Doc of a sporting race that is occuring on Sunday.

Now, That's What I Call Music!!!

The Doc is, as yet, undecided about staying here until then, but I WANT IT, I LOVE IT, COME ON, LETS HAVE IT, I don't care if we come last, It's the takin part. These spics so far have been fairing incompetant to generally useless since we got here. Maybe, Just Maybe we can have the Lady Fisher engraved on the local silverware. I gotta work on The Doc.

I mean what's the point of this adventure when there's obviously going to be a piss up at the end of Sundays racing in Spain with the Spanish in a Spanish race against the Spanish with an outside chance of maybe winning the Spanish Cup from the Spanish. I fear for the sexuality of my awesome Skipper. I may have to jump ship if I find out He's gay to the challenge, He reads my blog and I'm putting my position on the line as soon as I press 'PUBLISH BLOG'

Last night it was raining so hard, The Doc said the interior smoking ban was lifted, for one night only, I sat inside the saloon, put my feet up, propped a cushion up behind my aching bones and sparked up the sweetest cigarette I've had in weeks.

It's the little things that make it all worthwhile.

Wish me luck, I'm pressing 'PUBLISH BLOG' now. x