Donald always seems to find his way back into the box. I’ve lost track of how many times he has had to pull out the fridge and get to some wiring back there. I’m thinking we are at the number five.
I guess this is what happens when you are hunkered down at an anchorage. Geoffrey works on the head and Donald works on some of the electronics.
Erika, I thought the dinghy was supposed to be the dog box! Poor Donald. No wonder he’s so confused.
You’re right, men can get confused, I should be more clear (wink).