The alarm sounded at 5:30am this morning and as I scrambled to turn it off, forcing myself not to roll over and return to the dream I was having about a Bentley, George Hamilton, Uma Thurman and a bucket of soapy water. Then the starfish next to me awoke and the day began with the usual conversation of who is using the shower first and who therefore gets the extra time in bed. Obviously that decision was never going to be made by me so I was instructed that I had 15 minutes to shower and get dressed thus allowing Heidi a full 45 minutes of the allotted hour.
So, that was me, in the shower, the curtain sticking to my back like some overweight and naked superhero’s cape…………Blog Man.
As I dressed and then sat waiting for Heidi to do whatever takes her 45 minutes to do I began to slowly prepare myself for becoming a fully fledged Cruise Director again.
