Mateus Rose'
Bardeau returns across Atlantic
Robert Bard
Mon 27 Aug 2012 13:22
Well back at sea after a quick put in at Lisbon to have a quick Chinese. After several days at sea we had run out of white wine, chocolate and I would have killed for a crispy duck. We pulled into Cascais Marina. As we tied up a delegation of onboard women fluttering their eyebrows approached me apparently sent by the firemen. It was suggested that if harmony was to remain I should reconsider my culinary choice. Mark sent you did he ? I asked. Yep! We want sardines and all things good ! Okay! I'll hang on until Gib I said in my best martyred tone. I had told Mark that the Portuguese are quite shortish and it's not easy to tell between the men and women. So when he were in the marina office and the woman came over to assist Mark I kept calling 'her' 'him' just under her hearing ability. After 20 seconds the normally straight faced Mark went staggering towards the door trying to hide his laughter whilst I caught the ladies eye and shrugged as if the poor man was demented. Dinner in the marina was indifferent but I refrained from the I told you so. Rebecca, our resident veggie has overcooked in the sun and is wandering round looking like our resident Islamist
A near rebellion has occurred concerning the public loo at the aft end of the boat ...the women have revolted... A lecture has taken place over lunch from our onboard resident angry women about sprinkle and tinkle and firemen and hoses and sitting down. All beyond me I slinked quickly away to the Pankhurst free area of the Mastersuite to read a chapter of the next Fifty Shades volume . I'm putting up a 'no suffragettes' sign and objecting to having the loo examined by a suffragette e every time a man emerges. One person threatened to fit an observation panel in the aft head!
C Dundee emerged from his billabong an hour ago to make lunch... Salady type health sandwiches with loads of Mateus. Apparently it's grown here .
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