Friday 25th Aug
The things we take for granted! Last night you popped into the bathroom to clean your teeth, address a few other necessities, then hopped into bed. In the morning, after an uninterrupted night's sleep, you swung your feet out of bed, popped into the bathroom for those morning necessities and a shower, quickly dressed, and into the kitchen for breakfast, probably accompanied by the radio.
The only comparison here is that I do clean my teeth at some stage each day, and I do get some sleep. The floor isn't flat and doesn't stay still – riding a rodeo comes to mind. Climbing into bed is like climbing the Eiger during a violent earthquake ad then lying on a small ledge that wants to throw you off! I do get a wake-up shake (a number of times in each 24 hour period) and am then faced with climbing off my pitching ledge to visit a small loo (yes, still think rodeo), and dress in cumbersome oilies that are a challenge to get on when standing on a stable flat floor.
I haven't frequented the galley yet on this trip, but our mothers do us proud. Each day someone spends a day being 'mother' and prepares all meals for a day. Breakfast each day has been freshly-brewed coffee, freshly-baked bread still warm, and granola and/or porridge with honey and freshly-made yoghurt. (Beginning to fantasise about bacon though.) Not all bad, with great company, lots of laughter and a great play list coming out of the speakers. Bed is a (relatively) distant memory.