Thread: Bloody boats

Originally Posted by BradC

See the attention to detail required from owning a Landrover has benefited me in more ways than normal.

I wonder if your wife, being of Scottish descent, might have a slightly different view of the "attention to detail" in that sentence Brad.

Originally Posted by discorevy

I wonder if your wife, being of Scottish descent, might have a slightly different view of the "attention to detail" in that sentence Brad.

No question. Still, I'm pretty sure she puts up with me because I can fix stuff. Or I keep telling myself that anyway. I've had 2 mates go through divorce. Owning boats *and* Landrovers is still cheaper by miles.

Originally Posted by BradC

No question. Still, I'm pretty sure she puts up with me because I can fix stuff. Or I keep telling myself that anyway. I've had 2 mates go through divorce. Owning boats *and* Landrovers is still cheaper by miles.

Ditto, but I wish my wife would stop breaking stuff to keep testing if I'm still worth it.

Originally Posted by discorevy

Ditto, but I wish my wife would stop breaking stuff to keep testing if I'm still worth it.

Same here,and losing stuff.
In the last two months she has lost,the car key fob thingy,the spare camera battery,and now her I watch.

FFS,i will need to trade her in.

This bloody boat brought a tear of happiness to my eye.

Ok, so I’m support boat for a psychotic swimmer who is clearly too cheap to catch a ferry to Rottnest. I headed down the river today to borrow a pen on the coast to save me a couple of hours in an hour or so.

‘I’m used to yacht clubs being ****. It was my 52nd birthday, so I invited my family down to the club I’m staying at overnight. After an hour in traffic to get there, we had to wait over an hour for our meals. My sons ‘kids pasta’ had more pepper in it than I keep in my grinder, my wife’s Asian salad was literally 100% parsely and I’m sure my burger was off. It was rank, even my wife spat it out and she’s Scottish and eats haggis. Ok, dinner was a bust so I send them home and head back to the boat.

i got to sleep about half 10 to be woken at about midnight by a family of seagulls having a dispute on the deck. I manage to move them on. Still not asleep I get joined in my bed by a very confused and angry seagull who had fallen through the hatch. I chased him around for 15 minutes before I managed to get a towel over him and eject him/ it’s now 3am and the mozzies have moved in.

All I can say is she’d better bloody win.

im tired.

Aaaah, BradC! The joys of boating, what!