Now what!? Life is starting to look like this poor bit of potato I found in a locker the other day. Having discovered cucarachas I emptied the boat and bombed it last weekend. While at it did an inventory. I have 19 tins of baked beans to name one of too many items. I am now eating out of rusty tins: fruit, custard, even duck's legs that I daren’t put back in the bilges for 3 more months. Everything seems to be on hold . . . Not 100% myself but life could be worse. I could be trapped in the doldrums with no wind and no fuel, eating out of tins. Hang on, what's the difference here . . . ?