'Twas a dark and stormy night. Wind howling through the rigging, making 10kn towards Perth (readers please note we are gaining easting's before heading North towards Mauritius, that's the way the winds blowing) . An early call for a Greek themed breakfast, terminating with an unaccompanied bucket letting go from the top of the disabled lift. It was a 'smashing’ time! Tim was last seen dancing to the tune of Britney Spears with Henry the Hoover. The act was completed with a double somersault into the forward bunks.
After all that cleaning, Cookie arrived with the gooiest chocolate cake to celebrate Bill’s birthday.
The Bosun’s mates were working hard, aloft on the Tops’l in a force 7.
This is the real world here, whatever you think you are living in over there. Even as I write this, a fine white Albatross came to visit us and wish us well with a splendid flypast.
Aft port: Robin, Ian, Karen, Tim, Liz, Nicole and the much older Bill.