We’re tearing the inside of our boat apart. The two cabins are badly designed. Currently there is a three-quarter double bed and a three-quarter single bed.

At the very least we can rearrange the walls for a big (walk-around) double and a grand single or, I am hoping, another double.

This morning there is stuff everywhere, we have to live in half the boat now. Eighteen-and-a-half metres divided by two isn’t very much! It’s not so much the smaller space, but we’ve had to cram 18.5 metres of ‘stuff’ into the other half!

Now we are sleeping and eating in the lounge (not at the same time), luckily the galley is a good size. The wheelhouse is the store room.

We’ve done this before on other boats and in houses, and instead of getting stressed and worrisome about moving everything around and living in a work-space, I am enjoying it.

We won’t always have our health and if we do, time will catch up with us eventually… we won’t always be able to do this.

So, we laugh when the mattress becomes a live animal and refuses to be folded in half to go out the hatch.

We giggle when we walk around in circles, picking up ‘stuff’ and putting it back where it came from.

We snort with mirth, when I moved one set of shelves into another room that Noel was trying to empty.

This is fun – these are happy days – these are days to enjoy. They make me smile.