Yell and high water...

I heard a couple of days ago that some of my friends jobs are 'at risk' as they say. Suddenly they are caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, some wanting to go but not wanting to lose their jobs, some not wanting to go at all I guess - but maybe having to.

I too have been at all at sea at times over the last few years. I’ve been between Hell and high water, that rock and a hard place, and yes, lost between the devil and the deep blue sea. 

Of course after all the turbulence, the choppy seas, I’ve washed up pretty safely. Maybe not where I thought I wanted to be, but certainly where I needed to be - I think. 

It hasn’t always been plain sailing along the way, but I can see the light on the horizon now.

Unfortunately it seems that for some the journey is just beginning as the ship that we were all travelling on continues on its way down to Davy Jones’ Locker. Even more unfortunately the real rats never left that sinking ship; instead they hung around and are steadily running it towards the rocks.

Make for the lifeboats chaps, women and children first.