Rolling Home...

Sunday, May 7. White sky, rolling seas. 18 C.

Five more sleeps to home.

We are Packed, sort of. Fellette is the ultimate packer and proved it today. We started by getting out what we were going to wear on the way home and put that on hangers in the closet. Then, putting aside clothing etc., for the one remaining Formal Night we have, [in two days.] That made it easier to decide what could be put in the various cases and what we had to put in our single case that we will carry on the plane and land in Vancouver with.

It sounds simple but is complicated by the fact that dear old Doug has suff stashed away, some of which I need at home to function, [electronically] and some I do not. Actually I was quite taken back by how well it went. To celebrate that fact we indulged in a fantastic Hamburger lunch, up top.

Fellette went to the last Ladies Chit-Chat in the Neptune lounge before dinner while I did the blog. She must be the only one drinking tea!

It was amazing to see what stuff I got rid of today. The stuff that was so precious to me for the last 124 days suddenly had no value to me!

A Satisfying Day…

This is what we are looking at...