Felix was feeling sprightly this morning. He found a piece of wadded up paper and batted it around the cottage like a soccer ball….he must have been sneaking a peek at the FIFA World Cup when it was on. I could have sworn he threw his paws up in the air and said “SCORE” when his newfound toy hit the fireplace. After all that activity, he was down for the count…..we didn’t see him again ‘til afternoon.
Later in the morning, Craig got a call from the owner of Rive de France explaining that the fuel filter was taken out because the gas tank is “contaminated.” The filter kept plugging up, shutting the engine down. Their simple fix might have allowed Craig to bring the boat down to the cottage, but wouldn’t have done the engine any good. So….now we’re waiting for a bid on cleaning out the fuel tank and replacing the fuel filter. Craig’s thinking of how he could do this himself, but without access to the necessary tools it wouldn’t be easy.
Our friend and mechanic, Ray, works nearby in Le Somail at an English narrowboat company, so Craig took an afternoon stroll along the canal to look him up and ask his opinion of this new dilemma (this time with the door safely locked and the key nearby should I need to make a quick exit….an oxymoron in my present condition). Ray had just left work, so with questions unanswered, Craig started the half-hour hike back to the cottage.