understand that too a man, a sewing machine, despite "machine" being part of
the noun, is an object that is totally foreign to our psyche and it has
things like needles and thread too contend with. With that in mind, after
Loram yet again said 'pah' to our poor attempt at a prank, yesterday
afternoon I pulled out the sewing machine and plugged it into the inverter.
The spinnaker no longer has a rip down both sides or all the way across it's
upper centre and is pulling us along nicely again. I am especially proud of
the job done because I have never sewn a sail, never mind attempting to
learn to sew while bobbing about in the middle of the Atlantic.
So girls, pah to your it's easy - the spinnaker is nearly 16 metres tall and
I only had a cramped saloon to work in.

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