Falmouth Harbour -- "Two weeks."

Well all week it's been windy and rainy here. Right now the wind is fierce and it is pouring. Of course every once in a while the weather gods will play an April Fools joke on us and it will suddenly turn sunny, not a cloud in the sky. So then we open all the hatches and ports and just when we get comfortable -- WHAM! Thirty-knot winds driving rainshowers straight down into the hatches. This has been going on all week and we are getting tired of it. The other day one of us forgot to completely dog down a port and our bedroom got flooded with half an inch of water (yet again -- it's not the first time that has happened). The other downside of all the rain is that we haven't gone ashore much. I've read more books and done more Sudoku and played more hands of Solitaire than I care to count! (Okay, maybe I did count: five books, 11 Sudokus, and I am 14 for 20 on "Freecell"). Plus there is the unfortunate fact that our settee is about as comfortable as a cement bench covered with a wafer-thin throw pillow. Between the hard seats and the lack of exercise I have lost all feeling in my backside. I now know what it's like to be a baby calf destined to wind up as part of someone's Veal Parmesan. Enough with the April showers, already.

We are still waiting on the autopilot. Early last week, the repair guy said "no problem". Kevin called on Thursday and it wasn't done but the guy said "tomorrow afternoon". We went by the shop on Friday and were told "Monday morning, for sure". On Monday we called and it was "either end of day or early Tuesday". It's now Wednesday and still no autopilot. Anyone ever see the movie "The Money Pit" where Tom Hanks hires contractors to fix up an old house and they keep telling him it'll be done in "two weeks"? In the movie it was hilarious, but in real life? Not so funny. So we sit here in Antigua waiting for sunny skies and a working autopilot. Email us. We're bored.