Life Abroad

Is it October yet? Wait, what? It's 2:20am on June the 14th and we've just arrived in Capri and we have more guests arriving for a week long trip? Oh, so, it's NOT October then. Fine, if you insist. I have real life, full-blown cabin fever, it's a pretty serious condition, I'm going completely mad, it's the constant rocking of the boat and the sound of the engine that's doing it. Last night, I was slaving away in the galley and I was SO hot and flustered (getting a meal onto the table is a seriously stressful business), I thought to myself, har har wouldn't it be hilarious if I just stripped down to my underwear and went running to the back of the boat, climbed up onto the table in front of all the guests and jumped straight into the water shouting KUMBAYAAA and then got fired and got on a plane and flew somewhere starry and peaceful with actual LAND just everywhere, absolutley NO water, only that which was purely essential for survival and went camping for a month armed with nothing but a mahoosive case of good red wine, a box of books, a suitcase full of chocolate, haha, damn autocorrect again, I meant DUST, a suitcase FULL of dust and someone mmmhmm to make me fires and be good-looking and funny ALL day long. I have the wildest imagination, I really do. I'm just gonna go get some fresh air, breathe a little of that oxygen stuff people talk about, I've had my portholes closed for the entire crossing and I can't breeeeathe. Over and out. Smooches