Mighty ships and all that

I don't know if any of you watch the Freeview channel Quest at night . . . quite late? Maybe someone does. When I say watch, usually it's just left on in the background, turned down after Geekster has watched "How it's made" which is about . . . Yes that's right.

But something caught my eye last night . . .  Mighty ships and they were mighty. The biggest on the seas. I was hooked, totally fascinated and that doesn't often happen I can tell you. I don't ever watch films or much else really but I couldn't get enough of it. During two full hour progammes I sat engrossed.

On the second hour I was so in awe of the mighty ship that I "fell in love" with the Captain. It was almost the old SIC syndrome (Sudden Inappropriate Crushes -  brought on by no gear/lowering methadone) except it was ever so slightly more justifiable than my usual horrors such as. Not by much though, thinking back he was obviously an arrogant sod. He constantly had a "roll up" on the go with an inch of ash falling somewhere every ten minutes. Longish hair and a very direct look. Heavily made-up to hide the broken veined nose of a serious drinker . . . I know, I know, I am over it now. Even if I wasn't quite, I am now I've read this. Though he did have some charm, nice teeth and a certain something. A bit dodgy I sensed but that just added to whatever else it was. He obviously had a fair amount of "Command" too. I doubt that would've impressed me, but I could be very wrong. I'll leave that one there.

O My God . . . It's on again now. Do I want to put myself through that again so soon? Saying that, tonight I remembered to take my normal evening dose of 20ml methadone which is probably just enough to stave off the SICs . . . let's see.

I need an early night anyway as I'm taking Mum out for lunch tomorrow for an early Mothers day. Tomorrow being the only time I can get Hamper G looked after but that's ok. She wouldn't mind what day we went. It's the first time I've offered to take her out for lunch and I think she's pleased.
It's been a busy week with Hamper G's fifth Birthday, five more very unexpected hamster pups . . . mostly good stuff but a few too many mental battles for comfort.  I've no idea why I didn't battle for the first few weeks . . . Maybe it will pass again; No maybe about it . . . It will pass again.

I'm off to bed before it's too late to have an early night.
"Beautiful dreamer" . . . I love that song. My Dad, a former merchant seaman, used to sing it. So beautiful dreams and all that. Thanks, as always, for reading.
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