I don’t talk much about him as we are not close.
In fact, other than the usual celebratory cards, we have no contact from one year to the next.
He is the eldest, has always done ‘alright’, and any gamble he took (like fibre glass furniture in the 60s, garden machinery repairs, auctions, and burglar alarms) usually paid off in spades, so I’d say he’s worth a few bob, and why not.
To be honest, I don’t like him that much actually.
And his second wife even less.
As for her kids, well, no comment, they’re spoiled brats and always have been.
Other Brother rang me on Monday.
He and his Number 2 had been to visit a friend who is terminally ill and dropped in to see my Mum as it was only a short detour.
Sis (who is close) took pleasure in telling him that we are now living on a boat.
It would appear that Other Brother has had problems with his phone, and thus asked Sis for our number. If I understood correctly, he either dropped it in the drink or washed it in the washing machine. We know the outcome of the latter, Hubby having done it twice with his Nokia and once with his Samsung, neither of which survived that final fast spin.
OB has a 12th share in a 58 foot narrow boat you see, and obviously ‘knows a bit about them’ having been doing it for over 20 years.
Each shareholder is entitled to 4 weeks use of the boat each year, and for the remaining four, it is out of the water for maintenance, the cost of which is split 12 ways.
Bit like a Timeshare really.
Theirs has a multi fuel burner as well as gas central heating (ours is too small for a burner and our heating is diesel/oil run).
They have to have pump outs for their waste water (we have a cassette loo and our brown water goes into the Marina).
They go out on both the canals and rivers for holidays to get away from it all (we live on ours and are already away from it all).
Wifey had to put her five eggs worth in, saying it was a hard life, one perhaps we would not be suited to and we’d do so much better in a mobile or park home (we’d already ruled them out) .
She then threw in for good measure that they were intending to give up their share next year, as it was becoming too much for them.
I don’t think OB knew that.
Still, it was nice he took the time to ring, and he wished us luck, seeming surprised that we have a residential mooring in a marina rather than being tied up along a riverbank.
We both agreed it is a totally different lifestyle though, and ended our conversation by saying that perhaps our boats will pass in the night in the future.