"Bobsprit" wrote in message
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Yes! Look at the above pic! Leaving Port Jeff and sailing for the
Thimbles, we
NEVER removed two of the fenders. They remained on deck for 5 or 6 hours.
Several times we were passing by other boats who frantically gestured to
us
about our death defying leap of fender faith, yet we still sailed onward
in
building winds.
A low flying plane may have dipped his wings at us in a futile attempt to
alert
us to our desperate dangererous lubberly act! We weren't just sailing on
the
edge, tempting fate; we dared the devil himself to take us on, and STILL
the
fenders remained on deck!
Then, sailing home the next day, we stowed the fenders. It was payback for
our
death defying stunt, an appeasment to Neptune. We know our place.
Will we do it again? Perhaps. If a day, dark and weary, touches our souls
we
may again throw sense and safety to our whims of daring do!


Bob - you are beginning to sound like my wife!

Let me explain.

From time to time, I pass comment on my wife's driving. I make useful
suggestions, such as, "The lights are red", or, "Don't stop - the lights are
green." or, "You should look where you're going when you are reversing." I
recently suggested that doing 50mph round a sharp bend at the top of a hill,
in a 30mph zone, was probably a bit dangerous. Like you, she proclaimed
that she knew what she was doing. In fact, she drove round that bend, at
that speed every day, without incident. Furthrermore, she informed me that
I was an idiot, and that I should shut up!

A couple of weeks ago, I was practising the piano in the playroom, when
there was a very loud bang. You guessed it! She reversed into the bloody
house - at SPEED! You see, she reverses around the side of the house every
day. She does this without incident. So why should she look?

Your attitude towards the fenders is exactly the same as my wife's attitude
towards driving.

She had 12 accidents in the first 18 months that she had her driving
license.


And, Yes, Katy. She knows that I say these dreadful things about her
driving. A couple of years ago, at a dinner party, I was regaling the
guests with tales of my wife's motoring escapades when she exploded(BTW she
really can explode!). She accused me of telling the same old boring
stories years after she had any accidents. -- The next morning, a bill for
£80 pounds arrived in the post, for a neighbours replacement bumper.


Regards



Donal
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Regards


Donal
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