The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft aglay,
An lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy.
Or to put it in simple English, we're still in the marina, all plans for a graceful exit today have been put on hold
snowberries covered in frost. Oh well, please yourselves.
Thanks to Rabbie Burns for the poetry at the start of this post.
Well it is St. Andrew's day after all.
Watch this space..........