Early mornings
I’m not just the best in the mornings. I try hard to put a brave face on but iit doesn’t really work: at heart, I am not really fit to speak untill a few cups of tea have hit the bottom of my gullet and the fog of sleep has lifted from my cranium.
I can diguise this to a degree: punters have questions, even first thing in the morning so over the years I hope the defense mechanism/coping strategy cuts in so that I do not offend anyone. I do not want to be rude: I just can’t be arsed to speak for the first half hour or so of the day.
I was up early today to pump cylinders. I had tiptoed around the deck so as not to wake them up. Caught in the act, one asked for a 32pc. Another just air tops. Fair dues, these things are important but I didn’t want to discuss them.
So when for the second morning in a row, JW sticks her head out the window and shouts ” TEA BOB!!” I know there is a rare star on the boat. She must know me troo well. Thats the only thing worth saying at that point. She’s the best.
