Health and safety

Visitor moorings and darkness do not mix, i've just stubbed my big toe big time on a mooring ring, taking a not inconsiderable chunk of skin off it. I guess I shouldn't bother taking the trash out in the dark, in flip flops.

No fixed abode...

Well I am officially classified as having no fixed abode. Which means I am now actually living aboard! I've still got a vanload of tat to empty in the morning, which is nice.

Little things...

The light on my fridge just started working!

My happiness is totally inappropriate considering it's just a fridge light, but i can now see my decomposing food in all it's glory. Sweet!

Rush, rush, rush

I've not stopped since I got back to london, this weekend will be no different as i'm moving the last of my belongings onto Jasmine.
It's going to be another solo move for me, which is a bit shit as i've not got enough fingers to count the people i've help move. I guess I only see some people when they want something from me.

View from the saloon...

...It's nice being able to look out of the window.

Little Venice

Jasmine is in London!!!

This is quite a good pic, it's where I join the canal when i cycle home from work, it's where my fascination with living on a boat began.

I used to cycle past the boats moored on the towpath and think that that's how I want to live.

Just a few years later here I am, moored on the same towpath, on my own narrowboat.