After a busy weekend, we're back in the office, minding the store. It's very peaceful for a Monday, which is just as well - Sheila's just gone off for a meeting with her mother's consultant :-{ We're not expecting good news.
Saw all the kids over the weekend: Graeme and Cathy arrived first, bearing pictures of the latest scan of our grandkid-in-waiting. They're also in the middle of sorting their housing out, so it's a time of lots of life events for them. Elanor turned up in the afternoon, with a car loaded with firewood for us, courtesy of the WRG Christmas camp, birch, so very welcome, and a tray of Marston's Pedigree for me. Having a daughter who lives in Burton on Trent is very handy.
Graeme and Cathy went off to visit their granny on Saturday, and Elanor went in on Sunday, so at least she's not getting too bored in there. It's one of those situations where all you can do is take it a day at a time, and try to support each other in facing what's coming.
We'd come out of the yard for the weekend, to let one of the yard staff move his boat in to get the washing done on a shoreline. He has a permanent mooring out on the towpath nearby, so we just swopped over for the weekend. At the end of Sunday afternoon, we took the opportunity to make a short trip from Poynton to High Lane (about 30 mins cruising) ostensibly to wind (turn the boat round), but really just for the sake of the run. It meant we came back to the yard in the dusk at about 5, and had to slot her back in under a very narrow and low bridge with the headlight on. Managed it without too much grief, and reconnected to the power OK.
Some time this week we'll have to pull out again to allow the boat that's presently in the paint dock to come out, but Andy Russell the boat painter tells me that it won't be until Weds or Thurs. Meanwhile, the main job for the week wil be redsucing these birch logs to a size that will go in the Squirrel stove, so we're hoping for some decent weather.
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