reality strikes

Oh HELP, I have to prepare two pasta dishes, a salad, a dessert, and I need to think of a meal for the crew, and make a cake for tomorrow. Nothing like a shock to the system. Back to reality in the galley, meh. Long night of travelling back to Ponza in store, storm brewing, sea rising. Can I not just have a cup of tea and watch gossip girl, pah-leeeeeeease