a secular service taken by a specialist in such things which was very
moving and, unlike some such, also made space for those present with a
faith to engage in private prayer. We chose the music and readings, and
it all seemed very special to the person whose life we were
celebrating. I'd certainly recommend Steve Grant to anyone else in this
part of the world.
As always, minor domestic problems popped up at a stressful time.
Living on a boat doesn't remove all sources of stress, but at least
they are usually either straightforward, or completely unavoidable
(like the death of a parent, or worrying about the kids). The
straightforward one this time was that the shower pump, that pumps the
water out of the shower tray and over the side of the boat, decided to
stop working on Sunday night, fortunately just as Sheila finished
showering. Told Iain Bryceland about it, and he said "It'll be the
impeller - is this the first time it's gone?" Seems three years is good
on a liveaboard.
Took it apart this morning, and sure enough, what was a six blade
impeller is down to three. New one on order, so should be here in the
morning.
Apart from all this, there's not a lot to report - as might be
imagined, we've been having a quiet day to recover. The new connector
for the new phone hasn't turned up yet, but we seem to be getting a
half decent signal here anyway, so it's not yet a major problem, and
we've otherwise been pottering about. It should get livelier at the end
of the week, so more anon.
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