It's Curtains

Good news was received by morse code last night to the ship : a new baby boy to daughter# 5 back in freezing Britain.
I'm afraid there's not a lot I can do with the date 3/1/11 unless I notice that 3 is the sum of 1+1+1. I had hoped for 1/1/11, but there you are, nature decided otherwise. We are both delighted that all is well.

Today is also the 16th birthday of my oldest grandchild who lives in Oman.
Happy Birthday Robynn if you read this.

Well, it's curtains for us today as we struggle to pack our belongings back into their cases.
We have a 7am start tomorrow morning when we disembark and go through customs. Then it's on to the slow train back to Glasgow, hopefully arriving not too late to catch a train to Edinburgh and real life.

Already the weather is feeling very British. There a howling wind on the decks, it's cold, the sky is regulation British grey and even the hardiest of souls wrapped in many towels is nowhere to be seen in a deck chair taking the air.

We have had this morning the usual 3 lectures and a tiny snack lunch in the Lido buffet and are contemplating our last high tea of mouth sized sandwiches, scones with jam and cream and a selection of minute cakes, everything served by waiters in uniform - white jackets with white gloves. You couldn't make it up.

We've totally given up on the weight issue. We reckon the cold will decrease the volume of our extra blubber and it won't look so conspicuous. That's the theory anyway.