You pretty much hit the nail on the head. The inverter did work, but it complained when I used it with the laptop on. It would charge fine, just when I started using it with it plugged in it didn't like it. We rarely could find wireless networks, and like you say, we were boating for many hours so it made it difficult to concentrait on writing a diary. But I'll post the remaining entries now.
My parents also wrote a bunch of entries, they might post them up too, anyways, enjoy
Day 2
(19:48) Dad started the engine this morning at 7:00 or so, waking me up, even though I’m the other side of the boat… loud engine! So he turns it off to sort something out, then attempts to start it again. However, instead hearing the motor whir into life, the resulting noise was simply a futile clicking sound of the key turning, nothing was happening. A whole morning was wasted taking various board off, fiddling with different wires, and periodically attempting to start the engine, to no avail. Eventually we conceded and phoned an engineer to come over.
So the engineer arrives; mum and I were sitting at the front of the boat, we hear some chatting and about two minutes later we here the engine start. After paying the engineer £5, dad walks to the front with a shameful look on his face. He tells us there is a second battery master switch, that he must have brushed past after he had stopped the engine. His excuse is that below the switch there “Fuel stop cock” is written.
At about 11:30 my grandparents arrive. Getting fed up with the mess, I begin to clear up, and I started work on cleaning the worktops in the galley, and I polished the tiller with some brasso, the transformation was quite astounding.
Actually that was quite funny because I had at first been using some brasso left over by the previous occupants, to save time I was polishing as we were going along, what I was doing was looking up when we had turned around a corner, and if it was a long straight with no other boats I‘d continue polishing. On one particular corner I did such, but looked down, with the tiller still turning, so I’m concentrating for a while, until finally I look up to realise we were heading straight to the bank, I nearly chuck myself off the boat trying to correct my error, I narrowly miss the bank.
So anyways, I’m rubbing the tiller furiously with these straggly bits of dry brasso that were left over, and it must have taken me about an hour to polish about 5 inches. Then dad mentioned about the brasso drying out, so when we moored up I took some brasso we had bought over, it took me about 10 minutes to polish the whole thing.
(20:58) We finished the day with a toast, I caught it on camera. Parents had forgotten to pack the posh glasses, so we used none other than plastic, half-pint cups. Nothing like toasting with class.