Sunday. Or ‘Worst things happen at sea’

I won’t write too much about Sunday. Suffice it to say I ruined myself the night before and was barely able to leave the cabin – when I did, it was to lie forlornly on deck, or running to the nearest bathroom.

Go me.

Worse still, at some point Jo remembered that the night before, I had agreed with another couple to do the pub quiz with them in the evening. Which I just could not go to. So Jo went alone to a Movie quiz and came 5^th. Apparently, it would have been 1^st if I was there. Whoops! To redeem myself I am going to another quiz tomorrow – which is all about celebrities.

Umm…..

Bugger.










P.S.
Is it just me, or does my new best friend look remarkably like a hippo? A hippotoiletmus? Bogopotomus? Hippoportaloo?