This old saying is undoubtedly true!
I spent the last few days of this weeks trip in my foulies and pink boots half the time being smushed into a puddle on the deck after having my skipper and first mate discover that I have a rather ticklish neck and that if they jam their fingers in the back of it they get the delightful (or not-so-very-delightful depending on whose poing of view) result of my head cramping down and despite my constant plea or rather shreik of "stop, stop, stop!" they insist they cannot since I am pinching their fingers into the very spot!
This weekend however had brought warmth to the day and blue to the skies and a skip to my step.
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