As some of you know, Mrs ND and I lived the pikey lifestyle, for a few years. We lived on a yacht and sailed around abut, East Oz, NZ, Fiji and a few other obscure atolls and whatnot. Now you can imagine what it was like for the poor thing being couped up with me in the middle of the ocean.

A couple of years ago now after sailing out of Hobart Enroute Thailand via Perth we got hammered on night in the Southern ocean and during one of several knockdowns in the pitch black if the night yours truely got washed overboard and tangled in rigging, should of and would of drowned right there and then but mrs ND saved me and our vessel ini, single handeadly as I'd had a huge knock to the noggin and let's just say it didn't knock any sense into me .

Anyway I knew I was in trouble the next morning when she looked me right in the eye and said just 5 or 6 Thai words to me. Anyway our trip to Los ended back in Hobart .

After a brief stint in a house there on the Derwent we exchanged our wrecked floatilla for a gypsies bus and hit the high roads and some of the low roads too, actually nowhere was real safe. Some days I even wear clothes when driving.

Any how's, I got a tad sick and had to hang up the bus drivers uniform.....was thinkin this week I should get another yacht, however the wife keeps shaking sharp items in my direction .

Anyway, sorry to bore you, but I just wanted you to know that being a pikey isn't all sweets and roses and I didn't even need to endure the grind house activities....well that's the story in sticking to.

Brave woman my wife. Smart and beautiful. Not sure what she's doing with a twit like me 55555