Another week over. I feel a bit as if I’m in prison I miss the water road so much. Hopefully I am restricting my complaints to my journal however as I know that Jik and Fylan only want the best for me. If I’m really honest with myself I also know that I am still not fit enough for boating.

This week passed much like the last. I’m a bit more familiar and so a bit quicker with the daily tasks which has given me some time to think and to poke around in the filing cabinets  and cupboards in the hope of getting a better idea of the extent of the job.

Kel has rung a couple of times wanting to know how I am. It seems a bit odd to talk to him on the telephone instead of mind to mind. I prefer that, it is closer somehow, but the telephone allows more detail and that is what Kel wants at the moment. I know finding me like that was a big shock for him. I’m so grateful he came so quickly.

Fylan continues to spoil me, cooking my supper and bringing me lunch to the office. I’d go over to the house for it but Blin continues to needle me, calling me Harbour Master in most sarcastic tones whenever I appear. It’s a shame because Teg is very supportive, he was Harbour Master about twenty five years ago and is quite happy to answer my questions. I love the way his eyes twinkle with fun sometimes. Sula and Mieka are very gentle, though Sula is surprisingly clever at diverting Blin.

I really need a bit of exercise to get me out of this grumbly mood, but the weather has been foul and Fylan advises against it. I think she would actually forbid it if she didn’t know how contrary that would make me.