Early this morning my beloved house mate left on her cruise.
At 11am came Call # 1
‘It’s me! I’m on board ship! The cabins are very small! We sail at noon!’
At 12.30am came Call #2:
‘It’s me. The ship is overcrowded but there are shops everywhere. It is just like a floating shopping mall! You would hate it! I might buy some dog shampoo while I’m waiting to set sail!’
At 2pm came Call#3:
‘It’s me again, we are still in port! This harbour has the filthiest water you have ever seen! We are sailing at 3pm.’
At 3pm came Call # 4:
‘Hannelie and I aren’t speaking to one another and she wants to go home. We have nthing in common! Lunch was very El Cheapo. All the sailors are gay and nobody is going to dance with me! We are only sailing at 6pm because they have to get fresh water into the drinking tanks. I changed my money into American dollars and I can’t afford more than a small glass of Coca Cola!’
I just hope that damn ship leaves port before the Unsinkable Molly Brown combusts.