Urgent

To G4WPB can you contact me via email mvirma@hotmail.com am no longer on barge K

Time to move on

The 5th of November seem an eternity ago and it feels right to say farewell and get on with things. Irma is changing quite quickly and I still haven' gone through all the old paperwork, but I will do it very soon as I am going to need the space. Sorry for not posting just recently but all typing came out gobbletegook and made no sense.

I thought I would put this picture on here, better to

remember Hazel this way than more recent pictures.

Life is never too kind when illness takes over your life. Hey I've gone mad and now I'm coming out the other side, more positive, and hopeful that things are getting better and soon will be perfect and back on track.

No longer having not to make dust etc I can get on with all the jobs that were shelved, Three new Sanicompact toilets installed and ensuites as well as seperate toilet are getting the completely tiled look, black and white minimalist and a little japanese influence, but remember we are not all perfect, besides I like them and that is important for me.

going to keep this short for now as I still need to keep things moving

Keith

Deliveryskipper ashore

or should that be beached, No this does not mean that I have run aground, just spending time away from my barge "IRMA" and staying in bricks and mortar, feels strange but needs must, all will become clear later. Will be back onboard soon and getting ready to move south to warmer climates in southern France

Hello friends in Blogg land

sorry it is only a quick blogg but times are a changing and I have passed the madness stage and coming to terms with things anew and a need to start writing again. Still have to wait for the inquest, seems to take forever. I hope everyone out there is well and I have missed you all. Deliveryskipper

For Peter and Jan

Can't embarrass her now and I know she wouldn't mind

A really sad time

It come to us all one day, and now it is my turn. Last Friday I lost Hazel to the illness she suffered these past three years. I am using this to let all our friends know. Hazel born 7th November 1946 and taken from us 5th November 2010. Hassle the Boss will be sadly missed. This will probably explain my last post. and I will probably leave the keys alone for a bit and quietly contemplate a future without her. We had been togeather for 40 years and she has taken the best bits of me with her. Fare well for now      Deliveryskipper       for the radio hams out there   G1 HML  Now Silent Key

Long Enforced absence

First let me apologise for the absence but needs must. Life afloat goes on but a bit different. It is amazing how at 0300 hrs GMT sitting alone in a big room or should I say saloon and it makes you feel like a very small pea in a large can rattling around not knowing exactly what to do next, looking to the internet to maybe chat to strangers just like it used to be in the bad old days of messenger where with a couple of clicks and you were talking to a stranger many miles away via the keyboard. Where has it all gone? I looked on loads of sites and filled in their registration forms and before you could even say hello to a stranger a screen popped up asking for large sums of dosh. It transpires that all those sites have become dating sites and that was not what I wanted, even skype, and Facebook and messenger only allows you to talk to your contacts and it is amazing there were none online. I could have talked to the cat but she happens to be the most unsociable moggy on the planet and totally ignores you till she asks to be fed once again. 3 in the morning is a strange time when the quiet hits you like a thunderous roar blanking out all other sound save the tick and toc of the old wall clock. maybe it is time to return to antisociable habits listening to music until the sun rises winding up the power till the speakers shake, but thoughts of waking the pregnant neighbour spoiling her sleep patten, no must not do that, I am not that cruel. Too early to start working on the barge. Even though you could not sleep and people in your timezone are snoaring whilst in others in different zones are chatting away in their little groups, but in todays age you do not know that they even exist, Oh for the good old days. Sleepless nights blur from one into the next until the eyes look like pee holes in the snow, refusing the comfort of the large bed where dreams turn to nightmares. Even blogging seems wierd, feels like I'm trying to write a book and the words refuse to come, memories gone just a total void where once there was thought. It seems years since little Bo wiggled up to you for company and his final journey to the docs. I am looking forward in dread to yet another 3 am symphony of silence. Come on those controlling the internet, let us have our chat sites back please