I'm actually not the best at the whole "Spring cleaning" thing to begin with. Short attention span and all that. But I'm double sick of dusting, polishing, hoovering and every other soddin' household chore.
We nipped back over to grab a few bits and pieces and to give the inside of Andromeda a lick and a promise. She's really bloody big with nothing in her. Cavernous, I'd say.
Hopefully she'll seem this way too a prospective buyer too. Sad, but we really need the money ASAP so we can get some furniture for ‘Pemberley’.
With nothing in her, and with not moving or rocking cos she's in dry dock, I can satisfy myself that she only really looks and feels like Andromeda from the outside. Without our stuff, a bit like Redhill without Andromeda, it all feels strangly different.
Steve is going to "maybe flood the dock again on either Tuesday or Wednesday", and we'll take her to the brokers then.
One last trip up to Sawley.
Jema has had 4 baths in the last 40 hours.