Tuesday, 31 May 2011

a hard day's work

Today, I was on a yacht.

It was not like this...

and I was not like this.

It was a very lovely yacht, fresh back from the Caribbean,
and my 'job' was to clean it.

I couldn't think of a reason not to - and to be fair,
the question was asked when I was dealing with a massive hangover and it was all I could do to string a sentence together - 
so that's how I found myself standing in the bowels of the boat this morning.

It has been a *very* long time since I've spent a day cleaning.
I thought somehow that maybe a day's physical work would be good for me - you know, honest hard work and all that.

The jury's out on that - 
I feel more frustrated than a sense of glorious accomplishment,
and the novelty of wanting to create the most beautiful yacht diminished at around morning tea-time -
once I got my head around the fact that this working yacht
was all very functional (that old, generally ugly, chestnut)
and I wasn't there to play interior decorator.

Yet as working environments go,
being aboard a yacht, 
sunshine beating down, and the boat gently rocking, 
is not a bad way to spend a Tuesday...
and my muscles are a bit tired and achy,
but in a good way,
in a way that you just don't get from sitting at a desk all day,
and as my sister reminded me,
she spent the day tidying Tugi & Pookles playroom,
unpaid and on half-term with the naughty nieces.

I win!



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