Unseasonality

I’d just been released from post-op ‘high risk’ durance vile, and headed down to the marina as my daily exercise, sandpaper, brushes, turps and International Woodskin in hand. I got my first coat started, but the sky looked a bit dark the next day, so I took a half-bucket of hot soapy water instead, for washing out the cabin.

I was just on the ceiling when the world darkened. Suddenly there were