Yoho, me hearties!
Arrrr, and it be a fine sunny day here on the good ship Angel Up Front, the gulls be a-wheelin’ over the mizzen mast, there’s a stiff breeze a-blowin’ from the Indies to the Spanish Main, I spies a merchantman clipper on the horizon, laden with booty ripe for a-plunderin’, and….
What’s that? “Come in number seven, your time is up?”
Surely can’t have been half an hour yet, can it?
Actually, I have in fact been on the high seas this week – beloved talented daughter Lily, fresh from her support gig at the Fleece last weekend, chose to splash (see what I did there?) her ill-gotten gains on a paddleboard, and so we spent a merry couple of hours trying it out at the local water park one evening.