I had set my alarm for a hour earlier today, to avoid the missed breakfast fiasco from yesterday. I hopped out of bed at 06.50 and set off for the gym. The climb up to the Spa on deck 9 isn’t getting any easier, so I was puffing again when I got to the treadmill. There was an old boy having a play on the running machine I’d used on my previous two visits, so I chose one nearer the middle. This highlighted a flaw in the setup of the gym. There is a low ceiling above the treadmills, and they’ve created a cut out in it so the taller runners don’t bang their heads on it. The flaw is the treadmills in the centre are too far forward so when the ship pitches down, I’m pitched forward and bang my head on the front of the cut-out. It wasn’t a major issue, but I ended up moving to a different machine, which was better. Anyway, 5.5km down the road and I’m back in the room for a gorgeous sunrise over the Moroccan coast. I called Jane over to come and have a look, well, I was shocked at the language. Apparently it was far too early to be looking at things.
Breakfast was back in the MDR today, I had stewed fruits followed by smoked haddock and poached eggs. Then I managed to show myself up by catching my finger in my water glass, and in trying to save that I had forgotten that I was holding a cup of tea. Needless to say, tea and water went everywhere.
We made our excuses and rushed off and went to Jane’s line dancing class, followed by my fencing class and then sunbathing up on deck 9. Lunch today was in the Golden Lion pub. Jane had the fish and chips and I had the Ploughman’s coupled with a pint of Hobgoblin.
After lunch we took a stroll down to the Purser’s desk to check on my missing OBC, and there was the 900 USD, it had been credited that morning. With our minds at rest we went back to the stateroom where the balcony was in full sun, so we decided to stay there and catch some rays. It was very hot out there, so I only lasted about an hour before I had to go inside. We realised it had been at least an hour since we’d last eaten, and it was 15.30 so we went down to afternoon tea in the Queen’s room, very civilized.
We followed the afternoon tea with another hour in the sun, by which time the Commodore Club was calling. Jane’s cocktail of choice today in a Ginger Cosmopolitan and because I’d had a pint with my lunch, I fancied a mocktail, so I had an Atlantic Mist.
