Killer Terrier took an early bath; one of his frantic yelling and screaming 'repel-the-pirate-dog' sessions on the back deck ended with a second of silence followed by a 'KERSPLOSH' - he'd "fallen in the water". I rushed up from down below to see his little face beseeching me from the water. It was such a hot day that he didn't complain (much) when I put him under the pontoon tap to wash off the river water and duck weed. His annual bath was well overdue.
A champagne lunch was the order of that day to finish off the half bottle (Sad to say the allergy seems to have extended even to the good stuff.) I'd opened the night before. That lunch paled into insignificance in comparison with today's - blinis, roulade de porc, 'le ros beef' (rare) green salad, gros pain banette and pot of tea - all because MWNN forgot we had nothing aboard for lunch. By the time we'd finished the wash at the launderette, the supermarket was closed and he was 'forced' to buy from the local 'traiteur'.
After lunch MWNN posted off 4 pairs of underpants to the Colonel-in-law who is working as a volunteer in Niger, with GOAL . He's had half his supply stolen ( a regular occurence in Africa it seems) and he does love his French knickers.