Lying in bed, suffering with stomach cramps and sleep deprivation, my thoughts returned to my "meetings" with "Mad" Frankie Frazer, the chief torturer for the notorious gangland murderers the Kray twins. Not that I was ever part of the London gangland scene you understand, but our paths frequently crossed during my latter working days in London at a café very near his "retirement" home and my office.
Despite his reputation I found him to be a very nice man with a good sense of humour, but I can imagine him mooring my boat on the A513 during his "working" days, if I had upset his bosses.
Our rear toilet became a "cloakroom" with the addition of 4 double coat hangers, whilst the rear drying cupboard gained hooks for my life jacket and Lynne's cruising jacket.
The weather quickly turned from hot and sunny to breezy and chilly so it was mutually agreed to moor near Alrewas , a considerable distance from a main road, railway or other disturbance.
A quick walk to a chemist in Alrewas solved my plumbing "blockage" speedily and painlessly ( Lactulose ).
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