Raiding Party

While many of us beavered away in the yard making last minute preparations for anti-fouling, some found time (as I did yesterday) to get out on the water and make a hulabaloo about the moorings. We pride ourselves on ours. Word on the street is that the ones we lease from the Royal Forth are increasingly poorly maintained since old Willy hung up his boots over there. Slackness creeping in everywhere, even here.
Where once people behaved well, now they their mouths are full of foul expletives and ugly thoughts. Gobbing on the pavements is not only acceptable, but to be encouraged. Don't get me wrong, I'm an easy going, liberal sort of chap. It's just that sometimes I'd like to machine gun half the population. Is that so odd? Where's that relaxing tea?