The Commodore Lounge

I woke up just after 4am this morning and rushed to open our curtains. I knew in my heart of hearts that I'd be faced with open sea rather than Amsterdam - we were obviously still sailing.
So it was back to sleep for a few hours until being woken up by our steward knocking on the door with tea and coffee.
Followed by another long day doing very little which flew by!
We ate too much for breakfast; went to a very interesting talk about the Damn Busters raid; browsed and sat in the library for a bit; walked around the decks a bit; sat in the Garden Lounge for a bit; ate too much for lunch; sat in the Commodore Lounge reading our books, staring out to sea, drinking tea and generally trying to stay awake!
And suddenly it was time to change for dinner!
There was quite a lot of grumbling and bad feeling amongst other passengers that the Captain didn't make any announcement about our failure to get to Amsterdam until noon and then was pretty brusque and matter-of-fact saying it hadn't been possible to get into port and while he understood we'd be disappointed, safety was paramount.
I was disappointed not to have got there. I've been a couple of times before - once for a week after my final exams finished at University and once on an interesting work's day out which mostly involved sitting in coffee shops and then - in those far off pre 9/11 days - I had the unforgettable experience of sitting in the cockpit on the way back and watching us land at Heathrow. Fabulous!
It was really lovely to have more time on the ship to do nothing but eat and relax so it wasn't too much of a hardship.
This painting in the Commodore Lounge is one of dozens dotted all over the ship - historical and contemporary images of all Cunard's liners past and present. This one made me think of Miss T - her flat is just out of the picture to the right!!