Friday, 20th November, at sea. Bright and sunny day very calm and 22 degrees.

Well it definitely feels as if we are on the home run, particularly hearing Keith considering buying mail order! It was beautiful out there today. (It always is. Ed)

Ukulele was all of a bustle because of the concert coming up – it now has a date, time and location. It will take place in the main theatre on Sunday afternoon at 2.00. Sadly my chum Lynn did not attend the session, which is very unusual. Perhaps she will come tomorrow..

Bridge was also different. We have yet another teacher with yet another technique of tuition. Today we didn’t even pick up the cards but spent a tense hour of the new teacher (Maureen) assessing where we have got to. Not me personally you understand but the class in general. Maureen certainly comes with excellent credentials as she has taught junior school children the art of Bridge playing. If only I had started at the age of six I might have got the hang of it by now!

We then side stepped our usual second promenade of the day, because a talk in the Curzon Theatre caught our eye and very enjoyable it was too. The speaker was Stuart St. Paul – ex disc jockey, ex stunt man, ex lots of things with an interesting tale to tell about working and keeping ahead in the world of film. He is also the father of the girl Smithy did not marry in Gavin and Stacey. Apparently even the family didn’t know the outcome of the Finale. His wife is also on board also doing a slot of her own in the theatre. A very talented family, by the sound of it

We did not attend her performance. I adjourned to the top deck to do my crossword and Keith sat on the promenade deck doing his writing. I joined him at about 3.00 p.m. but they closed the deck at 4.00 for maintenance work. It was to be closed until 8.00 – by which time I fear the smokers would have been climbing the walls!

So there was no location for me to have a photograph taken outside before dinner, so we took a quick indoor shot to brighten up today’s missive.

It was a jolly dinner as we had not been together for several days, so tales and photographs of experiences were exchanged and more Laundrette dramas shared.

Another sea day tomorrow..