They used to be all over the floor by the tills of the local Co-op when I was little. You can't get 'em for love nor money now. Well, I tell a lie actually, Argos are selling them would you believe so you can get them for money. I only want them for packing though.
Here's a fact: I know bugger all about boats. Al and me have decided to move onto one anyway, though. Little More is the 38 foot long, 6 foot 10 wide result of a half forgotten conversation in 2006. We weren't drunk. We said something about how we'd love to spend a summer and autumn travelling round the UK but that by the Autumn it might get a bit too nippy for that sort of malarkey. We didn't want to use road transport, what with it being evil and that, so assumed we'd be walking and using the train, then camping to save cash. But the thing about Britain is, it ain't southern Europe is it? Too chilly come late September to be leaning out of the awning of a tiny lightweight tent in the brass-monkey-bluster to heat up a tin of beans. Bloody miserable, in fact. Hence the genius idea to bugger the tent and get another form of accommodation that you take with you - a narrowboat. They're economical to run and there's no danger of taking a wrong turning and ending up on some godforsaken A road (hopefully). I won't bore you with the fretful financial considerations because frankly they are none of your business but suffice to say, after a lot of stress and faff, on Monday (4 days from now) we move out of our flat, somebody else moves in and we take a small amount of stuff up to the Calder and Hebble navigation in West Yorkshire to move on to our boat for a bit.
The bit is anything from 4 days (if it keeps raining like it has been) to 4 months.
If you want to know how it's going, come back and I'll be telling you...