When Christopher Columbus sailed to America, he didn't know where he was going; when he got there, he didn't know where he was; and when he came back, he didn't know where he had been. Which is a lot more than what can be said of this houseboat.
Most weekends, its owner - presumably from Canberra and, judging by its monotonous regularity, presumably a public servant - moves it from its own private mooring a mere hundred metres upriver to this public mooring a mere hundred metres downriver. If I had a camera with a wide-angle lens, I could've taken a photo which shows both moorings.
Perhaps he wants a better view of me lying supine on the sofa on the verandah as I listen to a repeat of "The Minefield" with Waleed Aly and Scott Stephens who must be swallowing a whole dictionary before each episode because they keep using some of the most arcane English. Just now one of them repeatedly used the word "quotidian". All I can do is pray, "Give them their quotidian bread and forgive them their sins".
The phrase "And yet it moves" is a phrase attributed to Galileo Galilei after being forced to recant his claims that the Earth moves around the Sun, rather than the converse. Alas, the same cannot be said of the houseboat which is still moored opposite "Riverbend". Well, at least the owner will know where he has been when he returns to his private mooring a mere hundred metres upriver after this long weekend.
