30/05/2016, The Queen Victoria, Britannia restaurant,table 302,2nd sitting.

On Cunard ships the seating dinner arrangements are divided into two-the early first seating between 6-6.30 and the late second seating between 8.30-9. I prefer to eat late,then I do not have to rush to get ready after a day of sight-seeing, walking,shopping,sun-bathing and whatever else may be on the agenda. To be ready in all my finery,showered,hair washed,etc for the first sitting,I would need to begin not later than 5.30 and that for me is far too early. I also like going to the gym at 6 or so when it is almost empty. The dinner was a splendid affair. Prawn salad [as fresh as if harvested the same morning], sirloin steak,rare,I love it bloody. I sometimes say jokingly,that if it was a chicken it would still go kikiriki. Linzer cake,cranberry tea to finish. Perfection. Fell asleep at 10,woke up at 2.30,flicked though the TV channels,Mad Max I think it was, in German,I reckon about half way though. I could see why it got an Oscar for special effects [if it was Mad Max,that is]. The film took care of over an hour,then quick shower and out I went on the lower floor to walk on the walkway around the ship. But it was so cold, after a few minutes went back to bed and more TV and kind of fell asleep still being aware of all the activity outside. At 10 rushed up to Lido,the self-service restaurant on the 9th floor,where the spread is always magnificent,for some porridge,green tea and lemon water. And before I turned round it was time for lunch. Mackerel mousse,delicious, tomato soup,even better,baked stuffed aubergine,utterly lovely,do not recall ever having a stuffed aubergine in a restaurant. I do cook them myself, but I just gently fry thinnish slices in some olive oil and then squeeze over lemon juice.Spotted dick with custard and cappuccino to finish. What more can a girl want? Outside too cold and windy to sunbathe,so went to the Royal theatre to watch a film called CREED with Sly Stallone. Walked out after 10 minutes.It was about boxing and I do not like to see men bashing their brains out. There is so much money in this ugly sport. Just look at the best and even the mediocre boxers how they end up brain damaged. How can this be justified?