I can see clearly now the rain has gone.Again.

And the clouds part and the sunshine bursts through.

Maybe.

All of a sudden, I get a call from a mate that there is an offshore job, temporary like, in my area and to call this bloke.

Which I do.

And so I am heading to Canterbury in the morning for a medical and maybe joining the boat in the afternoon in Ramsgate for a sailing on Saturday. Depends if I pass the medical, of course. But things are happening; maybe.

It may not work out, but there is talk of more work, gathering pace. who knows?

Where tomorrow ends.

In a world where few hearts survive.

It's early, but a whisky or two to steady the nerves.

Cease fire, we're going in.