everything above board is now overbored
I have arrived… just exactly what that means I’m not sure.
What I do know is that once we set sail there is no getting off and that slightly terrifies me. My first impression being back is that I am grateful for the familiarity my second impression is that I am stuck on a boat.
So sailing away to the Mediterranean, it sounds pretty cool but of course it is now that I am working that I have had several other opportunities offered to me. When it rains it pours…
The day after we arrived on board we were told a box of things to get Quick Change ready (ie to add endless amounts of Velcro too) never made it on board so we don’t currently have all that much to do… I am a touch concerned about the next couple of cruises as we have new cast that must be fit and altered (the costumes not the cast).
Our 3times a day ritual of anti-bacterial dousing, that we weren’t given a passenger room, we are in the middle of the ship so the walls constantly creak we don’t have a window or a kettle and aren’t given cookies and tea daily… and we don’t have a bath… is growing a touch tiresome.
But for now we are on board and floating our way to Rhodes Greece after having spent Thursday in Palma Mallorca, an island off the cost of Spain. We explored the castle, went to the chapel, went to the shops, wound our way through Moorish alleys and indulged in Ferrero Roche and apple cinnamon gelato. Thank god for gelato & thank god there isn’t a gelato shop on board ship… I would roll off of here in 5weeks! To that end I have made some attempt, forcing my misguided body clocked self (is it the jet lag or the lack of a regular sunlight cycle due to a windowless room?) to the gym to run 5km a day, work in some crunches, squats & curls… aghem and a glass of wine or two…
London was easy to get back into the swing of things… As I cursed the crowds on Oxford Street and Top Shop I basked in the energy and excitement of it all.
I arrived exhausted, slightly broken and very ready for a glass of wine, spending my first day mainly sleeping and chatting… Saturday found her pace lunching and pinting (verb; enjoying relaxed pints of your choice) with friends and then climbed UP to Primrose Hill, though a part of Regents Park for some reason I had never been there before. The view of London was AMAZING… I am looking forward to getting back to discover more (and the same) friends, drink more pints and hopefully catch a few openings. If anyone is up for seeing a show or exploring something interesting and unpredictable, I am in!
