46:02.88N 007:28.98W It's hot...very very hot. 25c at 5 in the evening. Our
chef has been keeping a big big secret. There are mutinous mutterings
amongst the firemen community about 'kicking his door down and seizing the
stash.' I know Australia is full of good honourable people...(I read that
in the Guardian once) but it seems our one has a stash of chocs, sweets,
snacks and all that is good hidden in his cabin cupboard. The First Aid
cupboard in the saloon is where we always keep the 'stash' but the last two
days it has been looking strangely empty lost souls standing by the First
Aid muttering, 'where has it all gone? ' Well now we know . Things were not
made any better either when a little yellow bird landed on the
deck....hopped into the cockpit where I was asleep in my beanbag...(cerebral
navigation) and landed on my arm. It started pecking at my arm: comments of
'itmust be picking off the lice' did not go unnoticed. Mr C Dundee, our
chef, then started giving the bird funny looks. In the end I fed it with
some apple and orange from my Pimms....it flew off,did a wild circle of the
boat, and made a drunken landing on Rebecca's lap. It remains with us nowas
the ship's pet. It's like Tweety and Sylvester... I have to keep giving the
chef threatening looks. I have recently pointed out that 5.15pm, that
sacred time is not far off, and was rudely told to stop wasting the double
clotted cream I was pouring into the ice cream maker so that he, Michel Roux
of the Outback, could prepare dinner !!!! Lunch wasnt exactly demanding as a
few dry rolls with cheese and pickle. Anyway I have madea discovery: the
further south one goes, the more Pimms one drinks.
