Mahinda’s Little World

How could I forget?!

So, we’re sailing along quite happily, on relatively calm waters, when Dave starts feeling a bit green. As the novice, he was quickly kitted up with a life jacket, and Cap’n Nancy went through the accepted throwing-up procedure:

1. Put on life vest.
2. Check wind direction. You don’t want chunks blowing back on to the boat!
3. Lean over stern corner of boat, on the appropriate side. Get someone to hang on to you, just in case.
4. Hurl.

So, a Code Yellow-with-orange-bits was issued, and Dave was ushered to the port side stern corner. Or whatever you call it.

Dave continued to look green, but nothing came of it. However, Ian decided that he wanted in, and quickly usurped Dave “in the position”.

Ian made good on his promise, and spewed over the side quite gracefully, with no spillage on desk. Textbook!

So, puke rate 17%. If only it stayed that way for the whole holiday…

This may have all been due to the rather oily (but tasty) croissants that Tom and I purchased for our lunch, plus evern greasier sausage rolls and cheese pie. Even I felt slightly queasy, but my cast iron digestive system pulled through. My gut’s done me proud over the years!