I was trying toget to the Anchor today, but spent too long in Market Drayton trying to find some plumbing bits so 10.45, knowing I'd miss last orders I moored at the Wharf, one mile short. Into the pub for a much required pint and the landlord claims he's shut, despite the drinkers in there. That's one way of trying to go bust.
The plumbing bits were to try and get my water tank working. On three prevous ocasions I've filled it and it all leaked away - I've never been able to get a watertight outlet. Today it's not leaking, instead its pouring out of the connection to the toilet . Of course, this is the only connection I've pannelled over. Hopefully it will fix tomorrow and I'll have running water on the boat for the first time in two and a half years. Then to get some hot followed by drinks in the Anchor.
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