I still think of myself as young and beautiful. Even being naked I think I look terrific. But what did I hear Magda say, when she came to visit me yesterday? “WRT, you’ve got wrinkles!”
She was standing at the stern, looking over my roof. And all present agreed with her. Oh, I wish I could see myself in a mirror.
I’m not too happy anyway. Remember I went through the process of being scabbled? And managed to avoid this scrub (that they call shot blasting)? Well, next time I will be scrubbed. The people who did it when I was young, did a very bad job. My port side, the side I always call my best side, has been done properly, probably due to the fact that at that moment Andy was there to supervise it. But as soon as he left, the people either ran out of scrubbing material, or decided to use only 25% of it, to save money.
So parts of me are hardly done, and half of my bum isn’t done at all.
So next time I get painted I have to endure this scrub again. For now I will get some extra underware (hope they buy it at Victoria’s Secret).
Other than that, I’m not doing too bad. I have two layers of underware already. With a thickness of 11.3 micron. So I have only 69.7 microns to go.
Most of my unused holes are marked and they will be filled in later today. And filling holes turns me into a piece of art.
So everything is going OK. Except for these bloody wrinkles…