Wallingford

I'm in a grumpy mood today, because we were woken up at 7:45am by some idiot banging on the roof for money. Being mugged for £5 before you've even had the chance to wake up, kindof does that to you. Note to self: "Never stop here again, ever".

We've only been below Oxford for two days, and already I am dismayed by gits who only ever move their ostentatious wealth boats from one piece of wall to the next. It's not their wealth, or their boats that is annoying. That is entirely up to them. no..It's the fact that they cannot steer them. Two massive engines.... Bow thrusters.... And they *still* manage to ram us. The river is the most gentle I have ever seen it. So it's purely down to their ineptitude.

We are heading for the countryside, soon as. And then down to Bourne End, as quickly as our little engine will carry us, because we need to get some new batteries sorted ASAP. Despite them being refilled with ionised water, the current lot aren't holding their charge, and need to be replaced.

Hopefully, normal happiness levels will be resumed tomorrow. Sorry for the moan. But I needed to get it off my chest.