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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.
Itís 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 itís a roof over familyís head.
And of course thereís 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.
Freelance Journalist: a young gentleman specialising in bewildered think-pieces, autobiographical in nature.