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I live in a plastic container someone forgot at the back of the fridge.

My first night aboard this land-locked boat and I survived a deluge that sounded like firefighters were aiming their hose at the cabin. The boat is trailered, yet it attracts water like a sponge. There is condensation on the windows, moss growing in the

window-sill, damp upholstery in the v-berth, and unbelievably water in the forward bilge. This boat is sinking on the tarmac.

My first task is to make the v-berth suitable for human occupation. My "boatlord" Marc gave me the go-ahead (and tools) to remove everything and rebuild. This could be fun. I convinced Kristoff, the resident German mechanic, to hook up a power cable, but I haven't anything to plug in yet.