Old people REALLY like porridge and old people struggle with technology.
I objects having to explain how to use the coffee machine and the juice dispenser, I intend to ask for a percentage of the tips once we return to Southampton.
"Do I look like I work here, do I look Philepino ... even vaguely oriental???"
"Perhaps it's the porridge on your sleeve?"
We plan the day ahead, but what seminar to attend ... 'Look Great: Puffy Eyes' or 'Fluid Retention & Swollen Ankles'
Liz opts to attend a craft class (jewellery making)
Rupert opts instead to sit on the balcony in his underpants. I maintain this is a way to avoid getting any further clothes dirty, obviously traumatised by breakfast and the porridge incident.
The wisdom of Liz: After cruising for seventeen hours and with NO land is sight ... "Are we abroad yet?"
We're going to brave the Pacific restaurant again tonight for black tie, Liz is eager to get me in a bow tie and anyway she's already ordered her sweetener free mash!
I fear Liz is already suffering from mild cabin fever ... or more accurately cruise fever ... I think the cabin offers some kind of sanctuary at present. Thankfully we arrive in Gothenburg tomorrow, I imagine we'll be clawing at the disembarkment door ready to explore. One thing is for sure we have certainly stopped which was the purpose of the break in it's most basic form, only problem is that Liz isn't very good at sitting and whilst I can sit with the best of 'em if plugged in and have adequate reading material. I am fearful of wasting time and missing out, so consequently require quite a detailed plan of events.
I'm not sure of any plans up to 8pm, after that it's a very full schedule; drinks with the Captain, black tie dinner, Deal or No Deal, quiz and perhaps further drinks. BED. It's what will happen over the next eight hours that causes concern. I guess we could always have something to eat?
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