Aboard ship, there’s a door on everything. To get from my cabin to my workplace I go through six doors. Each one is a heavy, self-closing fire door requiring at least one hand to open, hold, and then close behind (‘self closing’ doors don’t always go the whole way). Along with climbing the flight of stairs between D Deck (sleeping) and E Deck (eating), it’s about the only exercise I’m getting at the moment. There are two gyms on board, but the prospect of trying to exercise in a small, enclosed space which is moving around and shaking has so far failed to attract me.

I’m avoiding writing now, of course. My characters are being uncooperative, so I’m on my fourth cup of tea, I’ve raided the tim tam jar, and now a little blog post seems like a good idea. And guess what – it’s only an hour till dinner. Roast lamb. To follow on from the salt and pepper squid served at lunch. In case we’re at risk of starving. That doesn’t include the extensive salad bar, the vegetarian options and the yummy side dishes…

Alright. Enough procrastinating. There’s time for another hour of writing before then.