Monthly Archives: October 2012

The Saga of the Slacking Sparky, Sailing and Senigallia…


Greetings all! Let me update you on this week’s top stories from Streatham…

Electrician – you will be dumb-founded to learn that my Electrician, who didn’t show up a week or two back citing a mystery illness, has still not made contact despite being asked to, and providing my availability. Who would have suspected?! And when he’s usually so efficient as well. If anybody would like any condemnations for tradesmen in the Streatham vicinity, please do get in touch.

Sailing – well, let me tell you… It’s all change. The plan is more fluid than something that is incredibly fluid. March/April: Do a competent Crew & Day Skipper Course over in the UK. April/May: Move to Italy with view to renting somewhere on the coast for 1 year. Enroll on month language course. Find sailing club. Spend next 12 months doing sailing related activities with said club and find something sociable to do for work if possible. Spring 2014: Buy boat. Give up rented flat. Skirt coastline so never more than swimming distance from shore. Encourage/make friends and family crew my boat. Autumn 2014: Either a) become a successful sailing entrepreneur or b) sell boat.

Italian Coastline – With regards to above cunning plan, I’m now looking for a rented property on the Le Marche coast. I’ve found a town called Senigallia – seems to be ok (but then Fano sounded ok too and well, it’s absolutely fine as long as you’re expectations are suitably poor). It has a badminton club. How bad can it be?!  Anyone else been anywhere nice around there?

Allora. Tempo per letto (I strongly suspect I create endless new sayings in my attempts at the Italian language!) .


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Warm towels, baskets and clippers…

Ciao a tutti!

Weeeeelllllll… let’s see, updates….

Electrician / Plumber – You will be thrilled, yes, thrilled, to hear, that I have a working radiator in my bathroom. My towels are warm – it’s a dream come true! All did not go smoothly. The electrician who came around initially about my wanting to install an electric fan to stop the bathroom from fogging up and causing my ceiling to flake, was also very enthusiastic about my wanting to fit a radiator. He said, “Yeah, what we’ll do is put the radiator here, and we’ll pull the pipes from the kitchen behind the bath blah blah”, thereby, giving the impression that he would fit the radiator. However, he was using the royal “we”. What he meant, was “someone else entirely”. So, I contacted someone else entirely, a plumber, and he came and fitted the radiator all ready for the electrician to come in the following day and plug it into the electrics so it can work in the summer too. The plumber came and went but the electrician cancelled a few hours before. When I’m Prime Minister, I will operate a “3 strikes and you’re taken out” policy for all tradesmen. So, in summary, I’m one small step closer to being able to let the place out. Tomorrow, I shall commence Small Step 2: sand window sills.

Italian –Sonia, my Italian teacher, and I, have not been well synchronised lately and keep missing each other. However, after some weeks,  we did see each other Thursday and I wasn’t too shameful. I’ve got another Italian trip to look forward to now in December – Verona – so it’s full steam ahead again with that.

Basket Weaving – I have sad news: I don’t think I’m going to be a professional basket weaver in Italy. I’ve estimated I might be able to make 1p an hour assuming anyone actually bought my baskets. And my target buyers are just too few and far between – people that are buying joke gifts for their relatives.

Sailing – In true project management fashion, I can offer you a lesson learnt: Don’t try and get crewing experience in the winter. Everyone has put their boats away. There’s a good website: which you can register on for free and people can send you a message if they want your help crewing. Alas, I think this only comes into its own in the spring/summer. In the winter, it appears to act as more of a dating website. There’s another website which presents far more glamorous crewing opportunities but you can’t see the details of until you’ve paid ££’s to become a member. Pah! I’m resigned to the fact that if I want to sail next year, I’ve more or less got to pay for crewing experience. So, “why don’t you register for the Clipper Round the World Ocean Race?” I hear you ask (yes, I hadn’t heard of it either until a friend mentioned it). Just have a guess how much it costs to go on the Clipper Round the World Yacht Race? £53k. And you don’t even get to keep the boat. I’m not doing that. So, what’s left? Flotilla holidays where you learn, usually abroad… Sounds nice – but expensive and there’s none where you can get your RYA Day Skipper certificate it seems. OR a “sail around the UK” extravaganza – I’m currently considering the latter but watch this space!

Anyway, time waits for no woman – there’s wine to drink and henna to tattoo with…



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