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We had a very quick taxi ride to Portsmouth, stood in a queue for about ten minutes then boarded the Bretagne. Completely settled in our room by 8, eaten and having cake at 8:30 when we sailed. An incredibly efficient way to travel. The only thing that annoyed me was a few of the people in the terminal. A family of scary northerners pushed and shoved through everyone else because, I assume, we all owe them a living. And a couple who looked like they’d been married about 30 years too long sat and snarled at each other – him calling her stupid whenever she said anything and her being all apologetic and pathetic. Still we queued for such a short time, it hardly really mattered.
Walking around the ship I found a brilliant watch. The face is basically the shape of a very big stamp complete with perforations. I fell in love but was very sensible – there’s nothing wrong with my present watch and the perforations would snag on everything. I didn’t buy it.
In our tiny cabin 6622, Mirinda first tried the bottom bunk where she discovered that according to a pencilled note under the table, Jade and Mark had had a pleasant crossing previously but she didn’t like the big dusty cushion against the wall. She then tried the top bunk and settled for this.
The big dusty cushion is so that the bunks can turn into a lounge. You have to ask why. Who entertains in a cupboard? Surely you’d rather go outside where there’s tables and chairs, room to sit up and air to breathe. I decided that all cabins are made by the same people and, regardless of room size, you have to have the convertible bunk beds.
We slept until some French woman told us to wake up.
