It’s not been the best couple of days for me – I succumbed to a nasty tummy bug caught from my adorable grandsons last week. Poor Barry’s been a lone boater with a sick wife on board.
We’ve now arrived in Wolverhampton, having accomplished the admirable time of three and a half hours up the Wolverhampton 21 on his own! Admittedly I got a little shaken and stirred sitting feeling sorry for myself inside, but it was still infinitely better than passing out through lack of sustenance had I been driving or locking.
I’ve postponed my visit to mum and dad till Saturday, as the last thing I want to do is pass this revolting illness on to two vulnerable elderly folks. Chances are sadly that it’s just a matter of time before the good captain succumbs …
Assuming he doesn’t, and is fit to travel, he’ll be heading to Birmingham over the weekend for a few days towpath trading before we go to The Black Country Boating Festival next weekend.