The Early Hours

I started this post around 2.15 this morning, then deleted what I’d written and returned to bed.
Trying to get to the publish stage now has been a nightmare of connections lost, no signal, no internet and limited service.
Once again, Maggie has got us up in the night and we have no idea why. It is draining us both, but last night brought forth an added concern for a fellow boater who was seen sitting in his car after ‘having a few’ but not wishing to return to his boat.

He’s been here for over 23 years, having lived aboard his boat for 27. He is one of the residents majorly affected by the increase having to find over £2000 a year extra to stay. He’s not, and has found an alternative mooring where he is well known from past work, once his current contract expires in a couple of months.
He is not a well man anyway, having been in hospital three times in as many weeks with severe asthma attacks, which is obviously enhanced by the stress and strain of current events.

After walking her ladyship at 1.30, Hubby came back to the boat to fetch me, as I am a good listener and people talk to me, about anything.
We returned to his car, but he was nowhere to be seen, and we were anxious being aware of his current physical state and depressed state of mind.
We checked the marina site with torches, checked the showers in case he’d been taken ill, and then walked down to his boat to see if he had gone home.
Once satisfied he was indeed aboard in warmth and safety, we came back to our boat, had a cup of tea, and then returned to bed.

I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was going nineteen to the dozen about everything, anything and nothing, so after half an hour, I got up leaving Hubby snuggled under the duvet.
Maggie came and settled down beside me on the bench, and I put some figures down on paper that had been spinning through my head.
The worse case scenario is that with just our work pensions coming in, it’s not good and we have to sell the boat. We both agree on that, though it goes so much against the grain because it is not of our doing or our choice.
If we are left alone with the present financial status quo, we will be fine, can keep the boat and the car, but have no intention whatsoever of staying here. We will need to find a temporary mooring for the winter months with electricity, water, sewage disposal and showers, plus a laundry in close proximity until we can plan our next move.
All is not as bleak as it sounds though, as we do have options and alternatives, fingers in pies, and irons in fires etc.

This is Part One of a two parter…………………………..

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About pensitivity101

Retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination, loves to cook, favourite food everything especially chocolate and jelly babies. Best friends are Hubby and Dog, Bro and our Dominoes Friend aka MOH (and his dog). Also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' is now a 41 foot narrow boat. It's different and having swan and duck families for neighbours is much more relaxing on the eye not to mention the ears!
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9 Responses to The Early Hours

  1. Ritu says:

    Hoping all goes to plan x

  2. nanny15 says:

    Yo ou sound like you are a bit more positive having faced the worst scenario. Change is always disorienting, but often on the other side in hindsight we see it was for the best, a resourceful person like yourself pensitivity will find the right path to your future. oooxxx

    • Bless you Nanny. Hubby and I always work well as a team, and we refuse to be beaten by the greedy owners who are throwing a way of life for so many to the dogs. Anger is a great motivator once we can think straight.

  3. scifihammy says:

    I really hope you can keep the boat and settle somewhere else.

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