When I was working, I loved Fridays.
Not just because it was the last work day of the week, but it was my half day, and I’d finish at 2.30 instead of 5.
I know that doesn’t sound much of a half day but all three of us full timers had such a day. In later years mine was changed to Wednesdays, which actually broke up my week.
As when we visit MOH, we have unlimited access to the internet, multi channel TV and can enjoy a shower or bath with the use of huge fluffy towels (my idea of heaven) without banging our elbows or stubbing our toes.
We also have the added advantage that we can keep a check on the boat every day so there will be no worries if the weather changes and it turns cold.
The kitchen here though is like something out of a futuristic TV programme from the 90s, (google image of a designer kitchen with hidden appliances, I will not be invading our host’s privacy by taking pictures).
I was shown how to use the washing machine, but the first wash load took HOURS, so we looked up the make and model on the internet for user instructions.
We have discovered that the ECO button actually prolongs the washing time, so for our second load, we didn’t press it and everything was done in an hour (we think our host might not realise that so we’ll mention it).
We’ll take the drying down to the marina laundry as one of the rules of the property is no outside washing lines.
With an unfamiliar cooker hob, different saucepans and S P A C E to work in, I have been (c)hopping around like a headless chicken as I prepared a simple tomato pasta for our evening meal. You know what it’s like when you’re in a strange place, finding the basics can be a challenge.
We have found the drawer for every day plates and mugs, transferred the cold stuff from our fridge to the one here and generally made ourselves at home with a cuppa or three.
The Horror Channel (!) has been showing re runs of Dr Who with Tom Baker. This story was one of giant green bogeys eating into the flesh of people, turning them into bubble wrap slugs, before the final transformation into grasshopper type monsters with cardboard arms, legs and tentacles flapping around hysterically ‘menacingly’.
Hammy and Bad doesn’t begin to cover it, but then it was supposedly for kids!
I made up the bed with our own linens and duvet, thinking it only fair as Maggie sleeps with us. Our host is aware of this as her dog used to sleep on the bed too.
In fact, Maggie is very spoilt in having her own chair, cushion and duvet for the duration of our stay! The underfloor heating has also been put on in the conservatory so that she doesn’t get cold toes.
We’re off shopping tomorrow, which leads nicely into an S post for the weekend.