Good morning. 6.1.
Today is bulrush day. Did have a little go yesterday once I had blown up the boat but it was not a howling success.
Firstly it had not occurred to me that being stiff would impede embarcation. With some difficulty I got in kneeling down, whereupon the wretched thing, unasked, set off for the middle of the pond. No paddles. Then, in endeavoring to move from kneeling to sitting, I discovered an alarming tendency for it to bend in the middle and to rise sharply at both ends. Possibly I had been a bit to tentative with inflation. It had now shipped water so my bum was soaking. Finding my self near a bulrush I gave it a tentative pull...it stayed down and the boat attempted to join it. Letting go hastily I sculled ashore with both hands only to find I couldn't get out. Every attempt immediately sent me back to the middle. Finally on yet a further approach to the shallows I was forced to leave by rolling into the water over the edge or bulwarks or whatever the fat sausages round the sides are called...Cold and green I headed for the shower to find removal of a wet sweat shirt was beyond me so I dripped into the kitchen and brutally cut the recalcitrant garment up the front. Obviously it will have to be waders today and the boat will be used as an amphibious wheelbarrow substitute.
Oh, I forgot to mention that whlst blowing it up I managed to trip over the lawn edge and fall flat. Fortunately my knees landed on a deeply bedded wood chip path. Less luckily my nose hit the hard edge. So found myself bleeding copiously, blinded by tears and having to crawl on hands and knees to the car to heave myself up. So I am a bit stiff this morning but I am sure the blood stains will wash out of the drive once it rains. Luckily either the massive bleed or the rapidly applied cold water seem to have prevented bruising except on the bridge of the nose so I do not, as I feared, resemble a panda.
Have a happy day with good BG levels everyone.