![]() Luckily, road rage is not common on Britain's canals and theīeeping boaters were happy to wait, once they'd grabbed myĪ little too happy, in fact, because they were videoing the Had to abort her shower and step up to the stern wrapped in a towel. There was no little embarrassment, too, especially for Jayne who Of course, they should have known but the informative handover briefing obviously went in one ear and out the other. Unfortunately, neither of them knew how to start the engine, letĪlone steer the 64ft, eight-birth narrowboat out of harm's way. Jog up the towpath, leaving my two deckhands in temporary charge. Ten minutes earlier, the captain (that's me) had gone for a little Said, exasperated, sliding back the curtains to see what the commotion ![]() ''I don't know who they'reīeeping at,'' my mum shouted to my wife, Jayne, who was takingīeeeeep, beeeeep. ''There they go again,'' said theħ0-yearold, who was putting on her face in her tiny bedroom, curtainsīeeeep, beeeep. My mum as dawn broke on the first morning of our boating break.īeeep, beeep. Come hell or high water!." Retrieved from !-a0224391307 MLA style: "Come hell or high water!." The Free Library.
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