Memsahib is taking advantage of the rather glorious Fannit weather and has gone walkabouts by the Harbour. The last time she did that she brought back £50.50 and said something about generous sailors. To this day I’m not sure what she meant by that. Prudence tells me not to ask. Over in Ramsgate meanwhile, fog is the order of the day. Nasty stuff. Not the sailor’s friend and no mistake. Goodness no. There’ll be tears before bedtime if folks aren’t careful. A fateful combination; poor visibility and a busy yacht harbour. Ooops. So far no major drama but it won’t be long. Several have tried to beach themselves on the sand bank in the middle of the haven but last minute screams of warning from the port controllers have saved the day. Don’t these WAFFI’s ever look at a chart? Seems not.
A colleague has just come in from a field trip in to the depths of rural Kent (field trip/country pub visit=same thing?) and reports that it’s over 30 degrees. Blimey, that’ll have them flopping out in droves. God help the ambulance service. God help taste come to think of it. There’ll be acres of white wobbly flesh on show no doubt and that’s a sin against all things easy on the eye and, to boot, can put a chap off his dinner. It can in the allatsea household anyway.
We now have 4 of our six chucks in full on broody mode at the moment. No doubt it’ll be all 6 in the near future. Daft things. It plays havoc with the egg production. We’re down to around 1 a day most days and two on some. Tch tch.