It's a lovely sunny morning with only the lightest of movement from the trees. I think we may have bypassed spring and jumped straight into summer. (There are different ways of defining the seasons. I tend towards ''the season is what the weather does'' approach.)
The first few times I sailed on this ship many years ago, it had a quiet lounge with comfortable seats where one good go and peruse one's copy of Hound of the Baskerville in peace.
Now, it seems to have been turned into a children's playroom! Can't they lock the brats in a cupboard instead?
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