16th
Waiting is what I hate most...
I have a squid on the deck but I find it repulsive to get rid of it…
I have never experienced such heavy clouds and squalls in my life…
There were dolphins around my yacht, but such “normalities” don’t have to be mentioned anymore, do they? 
I’ve got so bruised all over today, this cartoon “Neighbours” has sprang to my mind, have you seen it?; first I scalded my finger with a pot, then a wave threw me at a cupboard, next I got scorched with a tip of the energy converter, and later on… a fan belt stopped working. Wonderful, isn’t it?  
You’d ask what’s wrong that I always have problems with it… To make a long story short, those pulleys on which it’s adjusted  have slight bulges as they are not new anymore. Because of that, the belt wears out. Together with the heat coming of the engine and the fumes, it creates such tar that if you had to walk into the “power plant” you would go out totally smudged all over (it’s damn hard to wash it off). All in all, I waited till the engine cooled down before I went back to work at that dark night. But when fitting the belt – adjusting the alternator – I was using a slotted screwdriver, which unfortunately got broken off somewhere along the way, and the sharp tip, in a very elegant and stylish way I have to admit, cut my finger. Just wonderful, I’m lost for words.