Before I start on this, I have been reprimanded about my last post. I have to apologise to George, who read my comment “they didn’t sail for the whole week” as meaning they did not sail at all. What I meant to say was they they did not sail every day of the week, but he assures me they did sail on the days that they were meant to. Who’d have children! Dogs are much easier, they don’t pull holes in my English (although they do a wonderful reproachful look as if they’ve not been fed for weeks). As an apology, here he is on Week 3 with some more of the crew.

The title of this post has changed three times as I change what I am going to write about. I started looking for suitable photos, which slowed it down, then I got diverted. Not by Pink Floyd nor education but petitions! I’ve become addicted to watching the numbers go up on the petition that is in the public eye: Revoke Art. 50 and remain in the EU. When I started this morning the numbers were 5,676,423. See below for the update. I’ve looked to see if we the public have lots of options to choose from, like the MPs. I found five others, all along the lines of hear us shout.

I think we are all a little tired of the shenanigans in Parliament at the moment. I liken it to offering the family breakfast. They have all agreed they don’t want no breakfast but they can’t agree what they do want: waffles, croissants, Full English, muesli, porridge, it goes on and on. Meanwhile I’ve prepared the barbie for the Independence Day party we’re having later this afternoon.

Are all politicians the same now? I don’t know where I’d choose to live if I had to move, most countries “all around the world” (TM Nicholas Parsons, Just A Minute on Radio 4) seem to have problems of one sort or another. I’m beginning to think they have been taken over by those monsters who were running the country in Doctor Who some time ago. From memory they were lizards, but when I checked back they are actually more like maggots. ENOUGH!

This was meant to be a light-hearted escapist blog, free from Brexit and all the woes of the world. I’m off to make a coffee with whipped cream and marshmallows with a sticky cake on the side and calm down. I refuse to sully my intended post with such a rant. At least the pictures should cheer you up. Here’s one from this morning, my orchid is getting on with looking good and not trying to decide what sort of plant it wants to be.

Next topic, honest: What those of us not sailing will be doing when the yachts arrive in port and what the sailors will be doing once they arrive before they set sail again. Imagine us waiting, “silent, upon a peak in Darien” looking out across the wild ocean for first sight of the fleet. Before I go, numbers are now 5,685,480. Over 9,000 added in the last half hour.