Unfortunately, it stopped raining so I had no excuse for not working on the boat today. Power-washing, bailing and pumping. I can’t describe how disgusting the work was. Imagine a particularly vile episode of CSI: Las Vegas and being one of the CSIs up to their neck in rotten, slimy, stinking muck.
As Quint says-
“I’m not talkin’ ’bout pleasure boatin’ or day sailin’. I’m talkin’ ’bout workin’ for a livin’. I’m talkin’ ’bout sharkin’!”
Not that my boat isn’t a pleasure boat and it IS a day-sailer and I’m not “sharkin”, but you get the point. Sort of. Maybe. Anyway, it ain’t sittin’ front o’puter. Arghhh! Matey.