I'm hiding in the cabin keeping quiet. Hubby (aka Skipper/Cap'n/Man of Wrath) is by the heads, clearing up broken glass and cursing to himself. It's one of the many things that haven't quite gone according to plan with this whole water-gypsy lifestyle we are embracing. The plan was that we'd be in a nice mooring in Essex by now, having enjoyed a wonderful couple of weeks exploring England's glorious waterways on the best family holiday ever. Instead, here we are in Nottingham Boatyard, waiting for the chippy and plumber to finally finish sorting out all the snags. There's a slim chance we may make it a couple of miles up the Beeston Canal tomorrow. Just in time for the end of the hols. Best laid plans and all that, I s'pose. At least we remembered to bring the whiskey. x