Ok - moving on from my recent rant, I ask you forgive me... I'm over that episode now - having experienced some 'good' behavior towards a soul in need since i got carried away.
Let me explain. Last night, on the way back from a local "Premier" click and collect service place, I came across an unconscious chap - sprawled half over the towpath and into the hedge row. At first glance (in the dark/rain) I sort of assumed someone had partaken of a bit too much xmas spirit on the way home from doing the shopping (he had a few carrier bags laying around him) and was sleeping it off... then it dawned on me that being in Tier 3, no where is open so he couldn't have done.. As I got a bit closer , I noticed the rear light of a cyclist turning left on the path ahead and also that the chap on the floor didn't look like the usual sort of person who might take drugs and end up in a self inflicted stupor.
I checked for a pulse and once my useless numb fingers had located his carotid artery, was relieved he was at least alive. I tried to rouse him for a few seconds before digging out my phone to call 999. Even as I was doing it, under my breath I was berating the afore mentioned cyclist for "
It did give me butterflies in my stomach for a while though. POINT is, despite all the "Covid in the air" both the cyclist and I acted instinctively in the best interest of others...and that is how we should be.
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OK - Stepping off my soap box again, back in boaty land, I've been pottering - getting on with little jobs here and there when the weather has allowed. Being in Greater Manchester whilst quite useful, it does mean poor old Ellis is experiencing a LOT of rain. This has been a real pain as many of the jobs I'd like to be getting on with, require dry weather.
That said (well written), a gap in the clouds DID mean I could (rather roughly I admit) get around to applying some more padding to the new rear seats/backrests i made last winter.
Whilst the water tank was filling, I took the old guest duvet out of storage and decided rather than spend 12 quid in a launderette washing it, I'd buy a new one for next season... thus freeing up the hollow fibres for 'padding' purposes.