It’s all in the mind

For years I’ve put her ‘challenging’ behaviour and ‘off the wall’ decision making down to her alcohol abuse and Lawlor cussedness. Until recently whenever a third party would use the term ‘’dementia” to explain her behaviour I would dismiss it as being without foundation. How wrong can a chap be?

Full blown vascular dementia it is. My pocket electronic dictionary has dementia as.

Noun,

‘a chronic or persistent mental disorder marked by memory failures, personality changes and impaired reasoning’

Yep that sums it up perfectly!

Deep joy it is not.

Change of course, metaphorically speaking. Am back off the sarf coast and laying cables again. Not array cable but export cables. Bigger, heavier, stiffer, brokier. Brokier in that the myriad of optic-fibres wott run the length alongside their conductor cousins, have some way or other, been subject to an event that has left them ‘cattle trucked’. Well and truly ‘cattled’ according to some reports.

This means that the affected section will have to be cut out, removed and replaced by new stuff. That will involve leaving the ends, suitably sealed, on the seabed over the winter until the better weather arrives next spring when they can be brought to the surface and joined and made happy again. Expensive, delayed. Compromised. All pertinent. It also means that allatsea’s attendance here might be longer than he’d hoped for. Bugger and pooh.

Being a decadent so and so, the normal routine is to spend the summer months offshore and then the autumn and winter clutching warming mugs of cocoa whilst sitting by the fire and watching endless reruns on ITV3 or reading. Not so this year. Where did it all go wrong :o)

At seven thirty this morning the Fillipino steward popped his head round the door of the deck office and offered us apple pie and syrup soaked pancakes. This just an hour after a breakfast that seemed to come in only two variations, ‘huge’ and ‘death by calorie’. It’s going to take a bit of effort to keep the weight off this trip.

The cable layer, using an anchor spread of seven Delta Flippers is slowly, steadily ploughing in the cable to a depth of around one and half metres and moving ahead at the dizzying rate of a hundred metres an hour. A quick look at the screen says we’re at KP 2.885. The cutting doesn’t start until KP12 so providing the weather cooperates and there are no breakdowns, there are another four days before the excitement starts. Will allatsea survive? Does he want to? Is there any point?

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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2 Responses to It’s all in the mind

  1. allan reid says:

    Sit back/relax n chill oot :O) Watch the calories though big lad lol :O)

  2. Andy Brigden says:

    How you doing Rick?

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