Warehouse

Made it down to the yacht club: a most salubrious part of town. I always enjoy this shortcut along by one of the warehouses. But once inside it was fine. And we sat round the great log fire and told our tales. Ooops. That was Noggin. Anyway, I had a few beers (Monday night, truthfully I'd rather not) - and it's now fallen to me to organise the bar rota. I guess I'll need to do my stint. Most reluctantly. Talking of warehouses, one of the Club's boats a few years back was called, "Warhorse". Aye, indeed. The owner was none too pleased to see it published in the club handbook as "Warehouse". The fun we have (wipes away tears)!