Wednesday, 1 October 2014

A wetting

Pete's conscientious about keeping the boat washed, but sometimes is a little over zealous. I was quietly sitting in the bow minding my own business, when he hoiks a bucket of soapy water out from inside saying could he just climb over me with it? Before I had a chance to move out of his way, he had heaved the thing across my legs onto the ledge, gently tipping it in slow motion as he underestimated it's weight, so that I was soaked. Then he proceeded to plonk what was left of it beyond on the bank and knocked it clean over, emptying it completely, whilst moaning at me for not having moved!!

It was a total slapstick moment which had us both doubled up with laughter.

Oh how I chortled as I hung my wet trousers out to dry.



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