Some of you may already have read a blog under this title. However, inadvertently, I deleted today’s entry, so here is a revised version.
I was thankful that the clocks “went back” an hour in the early hours of this morning. The morning, at least would be filled with deck walking, attending a church service, a final lecture by former Cunard employee, Maureen Ryan, and finally joining Eileen and Ken for lunch in the Verandah Restaurant. There, I was seated opposite a picture window and could see the substantial swell of the ocean. As ever, we were the last to leave at around 3 o’clock. Much to my horror, I found later that I had failed to log off the internet yesterday, thus “wasting” half my allowance of 480 minutes. The internet at sea can be “very hit and miss”, thus these blogs occasionally go “out of sync”.
I feel as if I am settling in nicely, and now, most evenings, join my table companions in the routine, after dinner of attending a show, and then listening to the pianist in the Commodore Club and having a final coffee.
The mild turbulence, last night has become more noticeable. I missed the opportunity of some dramatic video as the water in an upper deck swimming pool sloshed high over the surrounding patio.
The comedian in the Royal Court Theatre, was well received by an audience thinned out, presumably by the rough seas making moving around the ship somewhat hazardous. I saw no accidents. The stage artiste performed a slick and fluent routine which the audience (and I) enjoyed. Much of his material was of the “old ones are best” variety with plenty of other unfamiliar humour to amuse greatly those who were there.
However, it was the pianist, Carl, in the Commodore Club whose rendition of the “Vatican Rag” was marvellously disrespectful and extremely funny. It’s a pity there were, eventually, just nine of us in the Commodore Club. He also would play the hymns at this morning’s interdemoninational (B.C.P. Mattins) service. The Deputy Captain presided over a very commendable act of worship.
However, I do wonder if the Almighty is displeased. The skies are leadened, the rain is falling and white froth as far as the eye can see confirms a most choppy ocean. My medication has worked well, but I fear many people are suffering, and maybe somewhat disgruntled that, while not cold, the longed for heatwave has yet to materialise. But, we are heading south, firstly to Honolulu where more rain is forecast, and then on to Apia, Samoa and Tonga in the South Pacific.
Thanks for reading, David.
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