I’m still waiting for the boat to be fixed. It’s utter torture. The weather has been lovely for at least a week and I can’t bare not being on a boat any longer.
I need to take a hostage.
My mate Jules and I were out last night for her birthday (don’t actually need an excuse tbh) and we’d run into a couple of boat lads, one of which was moored locally.
He’ll do.
Now, how to word a message without it sounding like I’m bullying him..
Just as I’m hatching a cunning plan, my phone dings. It’s him wanting Big John’s number for advice.
Brilliant. That’s all I require to create a boat party.