It's never too late

Right here we go! I've been at starter's orders for the last fifty years and now I'm off!

It may be a late start. You may want to access Becket's "Krapp's Last Tape" to categorise this latest attempt to make a start and a go at it.

This really is a message in a bottle going out to sea! I am not expecting anyone to read it. Here I am, stranded on this desert island. The desert island is called "fifty years old". I knew I was heading towards it five years ago. I suppose we all do when we're 45. But that was when I jumped ship. Just couldn't bare being onboard anymore. Wasn't sure that I knew where the boat was going. Didn't really recognise the crew running the ship. Didn't know that I wanted to go where they were going. Went against the prevailing wisdom that it is better to be on board a ghost ship than floating alone on the open sea.

Probably could have signalled some other boats in those early days and got back aboard. Tried after a couple of years to work aboard any old ship just to be with other people and earn a bit of money but couldn't cope with the lack of any sense of destination. So I swam back to my desert island.

When I say a desert island that isn't altogether true. I have a gay shipmate who I am sharing my space with. And a deaf collie dog! She is constant companionable shipmate egging me on as only a deaf dog can do! My shipmate keeps me sane. I'm not sure whether I am his man-Friday or he is mine! I suppose you'd call us both "versatile". Anyway he is pretty practical and sensible and forages away from the island for food. He is pretty successful and can navigate his way through the sea pretty well. He isn't the most communicative of mates and his pretty busy with his own life. He isn't yet stranded on the "fifty year old" desert island.

Anyway enough for now. I have a Pole coming for a lesson. Passing through and passing the time of day. Will try and write more tomorrow.