Today Noel was the electrician on board and I became the gas technician. The wheelhouse stunk of gas this morning. When I opened the gas locker (outside, near the wheelhouse door), a wave of gas assaulted my nostrils!

I duly made up some soapy water and as I applied it to the connections said ‘please not the regulator, please not the regulator.’ Guess what, it was the regulator. Sure enough the tell-tale bubbles came from the regulator.

$105.00 Euros later – thank you very much – and we have a new regulator.

The yard is nice and quiet this weekend. It’s nice to have a rest from the sandblasting from next door’s boat. Mind you I was getting quite a good all over exfoliation treatment from it all.

A friend told me that she treats herself once a year to such health matters. I don’t, I rely on DIY or, apparently, sand-blasting! ‘I am a canny with money though’, I explained, ‘I even try to convince Noel the mold on the bread is just a new brand.’