The cut of the crew

So wrapped up have I been in my boat delivery that I hadn’t even realised that Johnson was facing a confidence vote. Young K was downcast that he’d survived whereas I was elated that so many had voted that they had no confidence in the twerp. Now he’ll stagger on, confidence all shredded, destroying their own project. Or else Liz Truss.will.take.over….
Anyway, Tuesday found us at journey’s end and K chummed me as far as Inverness Marina and then, as the town seems to have no working taxi service (according the marina info) we lugged his bag to the bus station, with one minute to spare. But no rest for me, as I had to meet F as I unforgivably hadn’t done last time, and then my old school pal Rexy came visiting with Joni and we sat out the back of the boat, teeth a chatter.
Alarm set. The solo leg awaits. The wind from the NE looks a tad unhelpful.