Still can't find the right boat. In fact, I got bored looking so much that I think I've got the whole thing out of my system now. Strange that, if you look at some thing or concept long enough, it ceases to hold any power over you . That's my pseudo-philosophical get-out clause for having failed execrably to find a family boat that sensibly matches the carefully thought-out budget that is actually still a figment of my diseased imagination. So seduced have I been my my own self-created, sad, and transient illusions that I have lost any tentative grip on my fiscal reality and failed to face up to the fact that I'm experiencing a cash-flow problem-in short, I'm skint. Still, I've posted a nice wee photo.
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