Thirteen years ago today Magda and Lawrance met. On a boat, but one a wee bit bigger than I am.
Two years ago today Magda got an email, telling her that they got a boat: ME. Subject to survey, of course, but I knew that a survey wouldn’t be a problem.
A day ago today I got my first glossy layer.
So far for the good news.

Now the bad news.
No, I won’t go into details about the relationship between Magda and Lawrance. And about my relationship with both of them you can read on this website. But I will tell you about my relationship with my first glossy layer:

IT’S TOO GLOSSY…!

I know exactly what is going to happen. Look at this picture.

Too glossy!

Too glossy!

What do you see? Magda. And the shed I’m in. Do you see me? NO. So once I’m glossy all over, people will just turn to me to powder their nose, rearrange their hear or to apply a new layer of lipstick. They will just use me as a mirror. And they won’t see the pleasant personality that is me. Won’t see my elegant body, or my beautiful colours.

It’s too glossy, so I decided to take measures. I made the paint stay wet(ish). So they can’t take off part of the gloss today, before applying another layer. Sally isn’t happy about that, to say the least. And when Magda and Lawrance come to visit, Magda is really cross with me. Well, so be it. And I didn’t tell them that the reason the ordered paint didn’t arrive yet, is because I phoned Holland and told Epiphanes to take a very long Easter Holiday…

I’m getting enough of all the sanding anyway. Yesterday they sanded my last underwear down.

Removing most of it again

Removing most of it again

And something else happened. Look at the picture.

Something important is missing

Something important is missing

What is missing? Yes, I’m totally adrift now. No rudder, no tiller.

Adrift

Adrift

And think of it: at the moment I also have no windows, no front doors, no inner window frames, no mushrooms, no vents, no hatch… You can’t do that to a vulnerable soul like me…!?

But then again, I’m doing absolutely fine, compared to this old, wooden boat, craned out at Nantwich Canal Centre on her way to a complete make-over.

Craned out

Craned out

Yes, I will be strong and endure it!

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