Sitting in my boat, listening to the rain come down, with the lights I rewired working and the holes I patched not leaking. One of the sails is my pillow. Outside, I know the world is continuing. People are living and dying, eating, sleeping, shagging. Acts of evil and acts of kindness are being committed. And I lie here, not off round the world yet as I intend, but that's okay, because there's time.

And when I decide to make a move, leave my boat behind and head back to my car and the drive home and civilization, it'll be closer. Not here, but closer.

Until then I'm content to lie here, the sail under my head, and listen to the world happening around me. Just so you know.