We were woken up at 7am by a ring on the doorbell from Slavek, our Polish Builder calling for the keys to workshop@g4bao so he could finish off. We got a tale of woe from him; poor lad's van had broken down and he had had to drive up to Doncaster late last night to look at a replacement. From the sound of it, the local pikeys must have had a good deal, but he seems to think the van is sound. Once up and about we eventually got away by about 9-30 and had an uneventful drive down to Southampton. Ended up in an Industrial estate instead of the docks at one point, but the embarkation went like a dream. One our from pulling up at the dock gates to going in to our cabin. So far so good. Compared to the “Independence” the “MSC Opera” is a pale second best, but so far they seem pretty efficient, the cabin is compact and functional and so signs of breaking down or hitting the harbour wall as we cruised out of the Solent and up the Channel.
I was amused to read in the ship's manual, “instructions for going as hore”
Clearly one of the evening events will have a “Tarts and Vicars” theme. Now, where did I put my suspender belt?
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