"Cary, ours is not to question why, but to DO, or die."
Bwaahahaha. Righto
In other news (sound self-blown trumpet), the boat owner's wife asked me if everything was alright and if I was okay... because... wait for it... it's coming... I've lost a LOT of weight! And WAS I eating properly? I know, I KNOW! I was so happy. I wanted to sing. I wanted to dance. I wanted to cry.
"Okay, so, I've lost a lot of weight, do you want to talk about this? Cause iiiiii can talk about this. Should we get a cup of tea and just thrash the whole thing out. So, I look like I have an eating disorder, and what else, do you think? Just something small, like maybe my hair is looking quite pretty, or, I donno, like you think I have nice eyebrows, just a suggestion, over to you..."
