When we bought our lubbly boat it was moored ‘nose in’ but as the weeks passed and we took her out on day trips we found we much preferred her ‘bum in’! This however posed a wee problem. The hosepipe we’d inherited was about 50 feet too short :lol:

So, today was a ‘boaty’ day for me!  Up with the ‘ducks’ to do the loo, refill the water, swab the decks and lastly turn into Widow Twanky for a spot of laundry.

I zoomed over to our local DIY store, choosing a rather useful ‘on reel’ hosepipe which I knew would be easier to store and save me from being bound in it like some freaky sex act with a tangerine in my mouth! … before you say it, I know, it’s not a blue one!

How difficult could it be to assemble a bloody hosepipe!  Well, I can tell you that I’m now confident to finally submit a contestant application to the Krypton Factor

I opened the destructions and proceeded with the military operation of self-assembly.  Lot’s of screwy things with holes in, pluggy male things that fitted into cavernous lady things and a leaflet with just pictures.  An assemblers dream you might think!  Wrong… the pictures afforded nowt by way of layman terminology (picture stylee of course).

Anyway, being ‘hard’ I worked it out and triumphantly attached hose to hose reel and finally the whole ensemble to the tap… I tentatively turned the tap.  I watch the hose take it’s first breath as the pipe filled with water.  Without warning I was then stood beneath Mount Vesuvius as the hose-to-tap hiccoughed and spat forth the screwy gizmo I’d so lovingly applied.  The Towpath Townie Fountain was in full flow so I hurriedly, and somewhat soggily, dived at the tap to starve my volcano of it’s life blood.

Hmmm…  so I started over.  Eventually I reclaimed my composure, dried my face, and filled the tank without further ado :lol:

So, there you have it…  a sprinkled not stirred liveaboard

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