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  • Nov 29 (part b)

    It's like an oven in here.

    I've kept the fire blazing now for nearly 3hrs and there's a two inch thick bed of red centred white edged cubes happily glowing below the occasional lick of blue and yellow flames to the newer logs. I have nesstled in two more lumps of coal.

    I am drying my mattresses.

    Lennart visited me today, he says to keep and eye on me. I suspect I have given him reason to believe I need a bit of looking after. It's true. I'm still sick and its been over a week. I've also managed to grow a substancial amount of mildew on my bed cushions. I mention it when Lennart, Alan and I are having tea.

    The boating forum says I have to chuck them out and get new ones. It's a bit of a piss off, I sniff.
    Lennart purses his lips and swigs his Pepsi. Lennart hates tea.

    Allan looks up,* You could just dry them and then get the spray foam from a car detailer. You spray it on, wait for it to dry and wipe it off. It works. *

    Really, ok, I'll try that Allan, thanks!

    We discuss the state of the economy.
    In 89 Alan lost his home to the first recession, he's grim about the prospects for this potential double dip. I sympathize and tell him that was the same summer my entire family picked tomatos, peppers and cucumbers for 50 cents a basket to keep food on the table.

    I don't know if we came close to losing our home, I suspect it's harder for small town banks to take a families home when everyone knows everyone and doing so would mean being confronted every day when you see them in the shops and in the street.

    After tea Lennart informs me he's going to look at my boat, to see the progress.

    I'm going to come back tomorrow he informs me as he watched me start my fire.

    *I'll bring you some of the soilent based paint to cover the new welds. *

    My solar panel is now securely fastened to four newly welded attachments to my roof. I am worried they'll rust, soilent is the solution, the primer.

    I go back to the end of the boat and drag out the worse of the two offending cushions to show him the problem.

    I've been thinking about that. I think when you were sleeping on it without heat it's you that caused the mildew.

    I don't follow and my look tells him so.

    How much does a person perspire each night?

    Oh. The penny's dropped. That explains why only the two spots have damp.

    Dry them and do as Allan says.

    He steps back from the door where he's been hanging in and sits down on my stools.
    You're nearly done here, just bits and pieces now.
    He smiles.
    Yes.
    I smile back and try not to show my apprehension.

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