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We took the boat back yesterday and only had the one argument with someone who, The Owner felt, was moored where we should be and he had a minor discussion with the boatyard man who by now had heard about the sinking. The Owner threw all our stuff into the car and spun the wheels in his hast to get out of the car park. Not sure why coz I'm sure I saw him pay.

He only grumbled the once at the staff in the motorway services forecourt on our way back, about their standards of training and how they "Couldn't make a decent cup of coffee if their lives depended upon it!". We virtually crashed through the front door and he fell straight into his favourite armchair, turning the telly on and opened a beer before his bum had even hit the chair. He settled back with a sigh of relief as the very fast and noisy cars started racing very fast back to the same place. This was clearly the reason for our chase all the way home! I still don't understand the rules but then neither did the bright red cars apparently. He gave up in disgust at that point and with a fresh beer or two we went over to watch the cricket. I was very good and even when the red ball rolled right to my feet I didn't pick it up! I wanted to go up on the hill and check out that dead badger, another week on since I last visited it and it should be getting quite interesting by now. But we had to do this bonding thing and sit and watch the cricket 'together'! There was also a deer up in the woods before we went away which warranted another look by now I felt. We had a spell of this bonding once before but after a good roll in a dead badger we soon got over it.