As a fan of Elizabeth Peter’s ‘Amelia Peabody’ novels, I couldn’t resist naming my new friend ‘Bastet’, after the ancient Egyptian cat god...Having now a little more disposable income, I rented a drying mooring from the boatyard which looked after Brian for me. That meant a move, of course, much closer to the town. I was interested to see how Bastet would take to sailing, and, in fact, to the move. Well. Bastet had no trouble establishing a territory, which included Tranquillity of course, plus. This pulls my top lower, and I try to yank it back up and hold the skirt down at the same time. It doesn't budge, so I give up trying to fix it, and stomp over to behind the counter. I sigh again, as I look forlornly back out into the rain, then around the empty diner. Even Charlie, the cook, has gone home for the night. "The three o'clock crowd is really thin today," I say softly to myself. I start to wash the counter with the only clean towel I can find. The door jingles, as a man in a hooded. The ice was soon broken when I was invited to join them in a "few drinks". There was a cool store full of food, beer and rum, which was very well stocked. I was told to help myself to whatever I wanted as all stock was shared between us. Tiredness soon set in and I went to bed after drinking for another hour.It was dark when I became aware of my ankle being shaken and a male Voice spoke quietly "We got work to do young fellow, these bastards will be Hungry in another hour". As he went outside I. ‘One area that we only touched on and Ann suggested that I ask you about is the area of power.’ I replied: ‘Power is a tricky subject. In physics power is the rate of change of energy and energy is the ability to do work, specifically force through a distance. Force is the rate of change of momentum. But we mean something very different when we talk of people having power.’ ‘Mostly when people think of power it is the power to get our own way which becomes the power to instill fear. Political.