It is not all croissants and salmon here on the Riviera. After a very relaxing weekend of not much I have had two very tragic Mondays in a row. Typically a yacht season is a never ending succession of Mondays as you do not get any days off. Therefore I have been feeling quite chuffed with my weekends off and other such luxuries. These feelings have taken a battering in the Last 48 hours.
Yesterday we left Monaco on our way to Cannes. I as always followed in the tender with tunes playing. Perrier in the chilly bin and what I thought was quarter of a tank of gas. About half way through our journey both engines spluttered and died and i was left adrift cursing fuel gauge manufacturers and embarrassingly asking for assistance from my mother vessel.
This on it’s own could have been written off as a well learned lesson but then I suffered the debilitating discovery that I write like Dan Brown
Nothing against Dan Brown but I do not fancy reading his writing. I decided I would cheat and submit other writing until I found someone more to my liking.
I did not know who this guy is but after a few minutes of submitting posts he is the best I could do. Google him. I did.
With Monday safely in the pocket I thought I could start enjoying the rest of the week.
I could not.
Yesterday I had an spontaneous liquid appreciation session. I fell into the water. I was leaping onto our Tender and I slipped and went into shock, I whacked my shin, drowned my French phone and felt very stupid. Luckily no one was watching. Luckily the water here is very nice. Needless to say I did not feel burdened with going for a swim last night and retreated to my cabin very early.
I now sit wondering what Wednesday or Monday will bring.