We are on really real holiday.
So far we are on holiday on a sort of on the boat sort of way.
We are on a real boat, on the real sea. It is going up and down on real waves and feeling brilliant.I could hardly be happier if it had sails and a figurehead pointing the way at the front.
This boat sails overnight from Hull to Zeebrugge. it is very quiet, and outside it is just starting to go dark
We have got a lovely cabin which has got bunk beds for the children and a double bunk for me and Mark. The waiter at dinner gave us some paper roses. There are white quilts and thick towels, and I feel exactly like Kate Winslet’s luxuriously spoiled character in Titanic, before it sank, obviously. It is all beautiful and there were even chocolates on the table, at least until we ate them.
We ate the most enormous dinner, it is a buffet and hence you can be as porcine as you like, and eat peculiar combinations of things that you might not think of at home. Oliver had fish fingers and sausages, Lucy had Naan bread and peas with sweet and sour sauce, and I had chicken in cheese and mushroom sauce with Thai noodles. It was all splendidly good, so obviously we ate far more than we needed to, I am going to need some bigger trousers before we come home. I can’t say how lovely it is to be idle.
After dinner we went our separate ways. Oliver and I are sitting in the wifi area in the lounge so that I can write to you, and Oliver can kill some zombies and watch a person with green hair on YouTube. Mark and Lucy have gone back to our cabin so that they can have a shower and go to bed. It is almost eight o’ clock.
It was the glass of wine that finished us.
After yesterday’s lack of sleep, getting up this morning after another four hours would have been ghastly if we hadn’t been so excited.
The poor dogs were very unhappy indeed. They had seen the suitcases and knew that we were on an adventure, and suspected, correctly, that it did not include them.
I told Roger Poopy that if only he wasn’t so wicked we would love him enough to take him with us, but after a while I had to stop, because he was so upset that we wondered if maybe he does speak English after all.
They cheered up hugely when they discovered that their holiday was going to be at the farm, and even more so when they discovered that one of the farm dogs is in season. We stopped worrying about them then, and indeed, they hardly even noticed us leaving.
I have bought some of the ship’s wifi especially to send this to you, but am going to make it brief because I have almost run out.
I will write more tomorrow, some sleep might help me write more sense.
I just thought I would tell you that we are happy, full of dinner and a bit tipsy, on our way to our holiday.
Life is brilliant.
