A Fine Morning.

The Lancaster Canal in Garstang, Lancashire, originally uploaded by Bay Photographic.

I know I should be working. In fact I have a desk full of reports and assessments that are not going to go away unless I either deal with them, or throw them out of the window. Appealing though it might be to imagine lobbing them out and pretending that they were caught in the breeze and flew away, I have a feeling that my credibility might suffer, and anyway, I have no doubt that some helpful soul will have a copy somewhere. So, I will have to deal with them.
But I'm not doing. I am sitting at my desk thinking about going to the boat at the weekend. About how I can wire in a cockpit light, and where to move the ballast to next. Perhaps I should try the grill pan or the boot of my car. I have no idea, but its so much more interesting than writing reports that I am prepared to give it my full and undivided attention.
This is all part of the reason for having a boat in the first place after all. Not just to have a floating shed, but to have an imaginary refuge when I am stuck in a boring meeting or in traffic. Or in IKEA.
I feel better already.