No pictures accompany this post. You may be glad about that. Arrived in Groningen yesterday. Biggish city, biggish university, biggish multicultural community - not sure if they're students or not. Rob cycles off on an expedition to find boat spares. Now, I'm a bit wary of being left on the boat alone. I always think that something's going to go wrong....So, I'm having a shower, covered in soap, hair full of conditioner and an alarm goes off. A loud, high pitched, ear piercing screech - and it's coming from our engine room. First thought - panic. We're in a marina and any minute now people will be swarming over the boat and I have no clothes on! Second thought - we might be on fire, so does it matter? There's a door from the shower into the engine room which I wrench open and crawl in following the now amplified noise and hoping that no-one is gong to come crawling in after me. (Don't try to visualise this). I say engine room but it's really just a bit of room around an engine. So lots of head and shin banging and swearing. No fire thank goodness. It is of course the bilge alarm - I realise the problem as I splash into water at the bow. I know enough to pull the sensor out of the water and so shut off the din and the prospect of unwanted help. It's not a Titanic situation, there's no water flooding in and it's clearly the shower that's the problem. Turns out both shower and bilge pumps have failed.
You know it doesn't make a blind bit of difference if you leave conditioner in your hair for 2 minutes or 2 hours.
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