Quote of the day: “Well it’s 8 o’clock. Time for my daily bowl of prunes.” Elderly lady to no one in particular, in the Atrium this morning.
Another wonderfully relaxing day at sea, recovering from the aroma of donkey doos from Santorini. In fact it was so laid back that we ended up visiting our favorite coffee place twice today. Conrad, the bright and cheerful waiter there, was very surprised to see us back again… we’re regulars now – he knows our order without us having to ask – just like at certain haunts of ours in Wellington.
Another shipboard rumour was squashed at breakfast. We’d heard that a cabin on our deck was stripped out a few days ago, and the presumption was that someone had died. However we sat with the people from that cabin, and they were very much alive. Seems that they had spilt liquid shoe cleaner everywhere, and the bedding and the carpet had to be replaced… our dinner companion who monitors these things was somewhat disappointed that he had to drop the body count by one!!
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