Yesterday was the best day of the whole cruise weatherwise.

Hardly any wind,temperature 29,yet on the top of the ship it seemed more like 25,comfortable, pleasant.Lying on the Lido terrace for 6 hours.With a little break for lunch.Lunch.Wanted to be the first in line, thinking everything that should be hot will be hot.No.Roast veal. Nice,not quite succulent,but not dry either.Sloppy warm roast potatoes.How much effort does it take to cook potatoes in the oven so that they come out hot and crispy? Mixed vegetables-lukewarm.Only fricassee of mushrooms and leeks was steaming.Had a second helping.Then, as I was leaving the Lido,I caught sight of a large bloomer being sliced.Lubly jubly.Had it once before.Divine.Could I resist? No.Two slices,please.Cheese-Wenslydale,Jarlsberg,Brie,some cut red onion, two slices of cucumber,a bit of tomato. Was tempted with piccalilli.Never eat it,don't know what possessed me now.Spoilt the clean,simple taste of an otherwise perfect sandwich.Black coffee. Had nothing whatsoever for the rest of the day until 10.30 ,when I returned from the theatre and four tiny pieces of chocolate awaited me.The night before last, the room attendant, my ever so efficient Dindo, one of the best attendants I was lucky enough to have,forgot to,leave me 2, so last night I got 4.So that was a perfect end to a perfect day.The show in the theatre was entertaining, the Cunard dancers danced their little legs off, the singers sang their little hearts out, all efficient,workmanlike.The previous evening trio Virtuosity performed.Sack the stylist, please!Never Have I sen any-one wearing on stage a gormless formless mess like those three had on.But I wont go into it, as there is nothing I can do about the matter.The voices were lovely, but the choice of songs not so,too much Andrew Lloyd, and Nosssum Dorma should never be sung by a woman. When they asked who was in love,the man sitting next to me didn't shout out.His hands firmly clasped in his lap,stony faced he kept staring at the stage. With a side glance I could see his partner's hand rest on his thigh.He didn't respond.I was already seated when they came,he quipped to all of us-we will just slip through, we are slim, well, I am anyway.What kind of a man would say that?They didn't communicate during the 45 minutes of the performance,he didn't touch her hand in response. What was it that she had done or said, that could not be forgiven?As the song goes-sticks and stones can break your bones,but words can break your heart.Was the cruise an effort to make the unworkable work?To see if the unforgivable could be forgiven? This was not forgiving,this was not forgetting.I usually remain seated until every-one has left the theatre,and did so now,too.As they stood up and slipped by me I saw a plain face in plain clothes,no smile,no excuse me, no thank you.She couldn't have been bigger than size 14,trousers certainly 12,sitting neatly on her hips,lovely figure. Not slim? You utter fool,any man would be proud to have that figure by his side. But sad eyes,face that was not used to laughing. Why do you stay with this obnoxious monster? Day by day he is chipping at your confidence and now you must feel no-one would ever want you. Pack your bags, or his.