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Well, it would appear that at last holes are being drilled in
ships hull, with a view to its eventual removal sometime this coming autumn. And as I type this, I can hear drilling coming from
garage as my new landlord slowly gets my new accommodation finished.
It’s now June and we moved in on February 28th and still he drills away aimlessly, every other week, for a couple of hours and I think I know how that damn ship must feel.
The misery of eviction is bad enough. In my case, a solution has been found. As we waded through
flood that had appeared at our new front door on
wettest day of
year so far,
waves listlessly, muddily seeping round
front door, at least it’s a roof over
family’s head.
And of course there’s
white horses. From
back of
house we have them galloping around doing it all very well and gracefully but come October
Tricolor will remember
white horses as just a fond and distant memory.
(Never look these gift horses in
mouth. I had no idea how to tie this one up but I think that last bit just saved me.
And you.)

Freelance Journalist: a young gentleman specialising in bewildered think-pieces, autobiographical in nature.