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There’s a lazy Sunday afternoon winter’s son over the Limehouse Basin today, and I’m six months into my adventure. I moved into my houseboat as part of my divorce proceedings on 1 August last year to begin an adventure for a couple of years. It may seem strange to some people that to steady my life I move onto a home can adjust in the wind and rain, but it has become a haven. I had two and a half months of beautiful weather, throwing on a pair of shorts every morning I wasn’t working, and life seemed like a holiday. I’ve learnt about inverters and Webasto’s, when to put my fuel order in and when to top up my water tank. Many people worried when I said I was going to buy a boat. They immediately thought of the winter, and with a sense of comedy timing that I’d like to think only I could manage, I bought my boat before one of the hardest coldest winters we’ve had. And I know that it might not yet be over. The Beast from the East came in March, and my mother was very fond of the mant