Beards

Ugh, nursing a terrible Sailor Jerry rum-induced hangover today...and edging towards feeling normal in the latter part of the day. I was making dinner on the boat last night in the galley kitchen with the doors open. I like the interaction with people passing by on the jetty. Our favourite boat neighbour dropped by and as we were chatting he cracked open a bottle of red wine...a few moments later we were joined by another boat neighbour and hey, next thing we know it's 1am on a Tuesday morning and we're drunkenly swapping life stories.

Happy times. Made possible by the fact that R is officially unemployed!!!! Well, sort of, he did start a new job this week but it's only 11 hours a week so the rest of the week he is FREEEEEEE! This has been a source of enormous pleasure for both of us, the realisation of a long-held dream to work less and live more. Lie-ins, lunches together and evenings stretched out without stress have all been major highlights. Initially I was a little worried how we were going to be in each others space all day (when I'm working from home) and there were a few argumentative hiccups as we adjusted to this new way of being together in a very small space.

But they were good learnings and pretty soon we were back to our usual state of excitable irreverent silliness that means there's rarely a dull moment. We sat on a very windy beach and watched the sea birds dancing in the sky and bobbing on the sea and that was pretty lovely. Lots of sitting about and chatting. Just more time in general and no stress about cancelled trains/alarms/ironed shirts/early nights etc. R has grown a suitably boisterous beard to suit his new lifestyle - ha! I found it a bit too crazy at first but am getting used to him wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a big beard and tinkering about on deck. We now have solar lighting - whoop whoop! - fixed up by my happily half-dressed hirsute husband.