Within 2 hours of writing that silly last line in yesterdays’s blog, something along the lines that the weather won’t hold things up, it did. Pretty much out of nowhere along came a hooly and his bigger angrier brother and that was that. The barge (with all the bits on) was towed away, and the big old Crawler heaved herself clear of the jacket and that’s where we remain, a full day later. There’s no real sign of it abating either.
To make things that little bit more uncomfortable, just prior to the horrid weather arriving, a crew boat turned up and dumped 6 hook-up engineers on the deck. Those 6 engineers have moved into the tiny cupboard of an office that I and two others were already occupying. Ooooh woe is me!!!
Now call me old fashioned but I always thought that hook-up folk only hooked up things that had been built. We’re at least 10 days away from completion so what on earth are they doing here now???? Most odd and most irritating it has to be said.
Allatsea, grizzled, cynical but luvverlee at heart (honest your honour) does regard himself as a bit of an egalitarian these days. So it was with a bit of unexpected amusement that he had to listen to one of his colleagues getting very upset during a conference call earlier on because said colleague was told he may have to fly economy class rather than business between Blighty and SW Africa.
Now it wasn’t the fact that the colleague minds travelling economy (needs must as they say) that had upset him, it was the fact that the client would only allow certain grades to go business and those grades included welding inspectors. He’s got a point in all honesty, welding inspectors are, in general, just one small step removed from cavemen (but without the education or house training) and these lowly, slow witted neanderthals, are regarded as being further up the tree than a Master Mariner with a maths degree. Hmmm.
There’s a hint of mist to the north and the sea and the sky are almost the same colour. It’s a bit dis-orientating but not threatening. For once!!
Why? Because there’s no wind.
No word from the cable laying disaster barge 101 so I’ll assume she left Sheerness and is on the way to our site. The AIS webpage I use isn’t much help, showing absolutely nowt west of Westbrook (Margate).
The postman’s been but sadly no large wodges of dosh pushed through the letter box so I won’t be ringing the office and announcing an immediate retirement. Pity, my heart’s not in it this morning. Allatsea has switched to idle wuss mode.
It feels good.
Crikey, one is very thankful to be on dry land this stormy morning. The family mansion is being battered and shaken and rattled and…..whoops was that a landslip or the back wall falling down??
There’s a full on autumnal gale blowing out of the south and my recent offshore home has upped sticks (rather…anchors), left the wind farm and anchored in front of the allatsea kitchen. There’s no escape from the shabby old thing. Was I that bad in an earlier life?
On the technology front (for there is one apparently) our 6 year old 100Hz, super flatscreen, bank cripplingly expensive telly died on Friday (conveniently just as I walked through the front door returning from the vessel mentioned above) so the household has had to scrub some pennies together and venture forth into a TV buying roller coaster adventure. Actually madam allatsea popped down to Argos while I attacked the forest that’s grown in front of drunkie nunkie’s pad.
He’s having new windows put in next week and we felt it prudent to make the access safe for the fitters. It was so bad they would have been well within their rights to refuse to go anywhere near. That part of Margitt must have the best growing conditions on the planet. Especially when it comes to growing complete oiks out of sweet young innocence.
What happens when you put too much weight on a doubled up mooring rope?
What happens to a chap who is standing very close to the rope when it breaks?
He gets hurt!! In the case in question, he gets both ankles broken and a broken foot. Not good!! Ramsgate barge handling operations……………. the finger is pointing at you.
Back here on the good ship ‘Saucy Sue’, we remain on location, waiting waiting waiting, waiting, waiting.
Tuesday afternoon looks like it could be a goer, fingers crossed. There’s an anti-cyclone forecast to sit over the North Sea by the weekend, thank goodness for that, quiet conditions, we might get some work done. They might even get some cable laid.
In the meantime I shall take of the four meal a day feeding system on here and watch those Kilos pile on to Mr Tumtum.