I’m saying dream boat, solely because I had a dream……let me tell you the story.
I had decided I wanted a boat, quite simple. The thing was I’m broke and work in care so short of a lottery win ill remain broke. I’m not an idiot boats are expensive but that should never stop dreams, literally.
My Mrs believes in something called ‘materialisation ’, basically if you’re positive enough in your belief in something you can realise it…..yeah I thought it was bollox too but….
I literally woke one day from a regular dream of sitting on my boat wetting a line with beer in hand to the shitty reality of the daily grind, a thankless poorly paid job I wasn’t even sure how I ended up doing. The morning starting normally, the usual search for socks that matched, realising the milk was off and that I forgot to dry my work tunic. I left the house as normal, the memory of my lovely dream fading and the usual 20 minute stroll to hell.
This day though for unknown reason I didn’t walk straight across the park but decided on a less direct route taking in the glowing high street of the less than bustling town, empty shops and desolation was broken by a small post card, upon it ‘free to good home’ caught my eye. The shop window it hung in long closed but the word BOAT shouted at me. I jotted the number knowing the card was likely from 1996 but comically grateful for the reminder of my hopeless dream.
Once deep within the trudge of the soul destruction for the day and slipping away for an illicit fag I decided to share the ironically placed add with the Mrs via text on my class Sony Ericsson. Typically her sickeningly positive response of “call the number” bounced straight back…..ffs its hardly going to still be there, its a free boat after all.
Sod it, I rang it. “It’s my dads old boat its on my drive in Huntspill” came an actual response.
Oh balls I’ve just arranged to see an actual boat!!
A 17 foot Dory style cabin boat with decaying ply kitchenette and a V berth that with imagination could be considered a double bed lay before me, happily sitting on a rusting trailor of sorts, I saw nothing but my boat! And I could see by the look of my father in laws eyes he saw the astounding vessel I pictured to…..the Mrs and her mum however, but hey I materialised this and she can’t argue with that.
I have no idea where the trailor came from but somehow we managed to get the boat back to my garden…
