It seems that things have progressed well vis-a-vis my boat being brought back to Shipley. Ange and the lummox with Becky, Erin and Jason have got it there to the new mooring and all is well. I understand there were one or two problems involved along the way but seeing as how I stayed at the caravan and slept all weekend then that was no concern of mine. In fact, if anything I had the harder time of it being without servants for two days. Apparently there was some problems with the locks and something about a tree in the canal. Yawn! Just bloody well get on with it I say and stop making out it was some great adventure. Humans! Have to to turn everything into a drama.
I'm not sure when I will move back onto my boat. That will of course be my decision and not the humans. After all, I'm quite content where I am for now. We'll see, we'll see. I'm also led to believe that the boat itself performed admirably and that it is in fine shape and ready for me to grace again with my person. I'm also of no doubt that whilst cruising my boat to it's new mooring that they emptied numerous bottles of beer, wine and spirits and behaved in a deplorable manner during the hours of darkness. It's what they do.
So watch this space gentle reader and I'll let you know when I'm back on board and ruler of the canal again. I mean this place is alright; warm and comfy etc, but my boat has more space and I'm the kind of cat who likes to stretch out when I'm relaxing after a hard day. But like I say, when I'm good and ready.
PPP x
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