Is it Ramadan yet?

Phew, these last few days have been pretty hectic, the owners have been on for 4 days in a row... which REALLY I shouldn't complain about AT all, it could be a whole lot worse. For someone who's not a Muslim, I'm looking forward to Ramadan a whole lot more than what would be considered normal, only a few more weeks and they're outta here.

In case I forget to tell you...

Mohammed is the MAN, he's the bomb-diggidy-dog. He's the shiz-nizz and the bees an ees, or the b's and e's ... or,the bee's knees? No, surely not, the bee's knees? That's just silly. Whatever, you get the message, he's the BUSINESS. He's the chef from India that the owners brought with them from Oman and he comes onto the boat and does ALL the cooking and I'm his little helper. He's completely saved my ass.

Sorry, A.D.D moment, you actually do say "the bee's knees" (how bizarre, do bees even have knees?) But whatever, that's what you say, and better yet, that's what you can drink. There's a cocktail called The Bee's Knees, sounds yum...

Ingredients:

• 2 oz gin
• 3/4 oz honey syrup
• 1/2 oz fresh lemon juice
• ice
• the knees of 17 bees

*Make honey syrup by mixing equal parts hot water and honey. Stir until dissolved.

Directions:

• Combine all ingredients in a shaker.
• Shake vigourously and strain into a chilled glass.
• Garnish with a lemon twist and a couple of bee's knees.

Anyways, as I was saying, Mohammed and I are the best of friends, his English is not so good but then again, neither is my... my... Innnnndian? There's no way I could have cooked for 14 people, plus cooked a different meal for the crew, and served the meal, and cleared the table,and cleaned the galley and made and served the drinks, and tidied up, and cleaned the cabins and made the beds and helped on deck so I'm really happy he's here.

It's totally against all the yachtie rules to talk about the owners, but I'm pretty sure they're not gonna see this. They're REALLY cool. For multi-millionaires, they are SO relaxed and casual, they're not into all the frills that a lot of these people are, they don't need their butter cut into perfect little cubes, they don't want their toilet paper folded into bloody swans, they want their tea served in mugs they want to eat chips straight out the packet and they're even happy to put their own plates in the dishwasher, haha, how cool.

The owners son and his friends have been on the boat quite a lot, partying in Monaco and Saint Tropez. I've heard stories of this happening but didn't think it actaully did, they're always wanting me to sit down and drink with them, they nag me to come partying with them and get off the boat and go for walks and one of them is pretty serious about actaully marrying me, haha, for real though, he wants to get married, in Zanzibar, he has the whole thing planned out. It's quite funny, but also a bit hard as I obviously can't do those things. I told them the captain would fire me and their response was "well, our dad will fire the captain", haha, classic.

Anyways, it was great being out at sea, standing on the bow with the wind in my hair and the sun in my face and the dolphins swimming merrily next to us and the unicorns eating rainbows and pooping butterflies, haha. Okay. Over and out. I'm gonna go make a bee's knees and eat the guest's cashew nuts, because I'm cheeky like that. Teehee.