Despite the absolutely brilliant day I enjoyed yesterday afternoon, I feel the routine dinner is  something I could do without every day.  Still being diabetic I have to remain discerning about what I eat and when.   Six, occasionally seven of us gather at around 8 pm at table 510 in the Britannia Restaurant (upper).  Carol, one of the six (or seven) must have been sent by God to remind me of the perils of straying from my strict diet and exercise regime.  You see, I have discovered the joys of French toast (just one miniscule slice – honestly) at breakfast.  Also plain pancakes.  Symptoms, the result of such strayings can manifest themselves ever so slowly and unobtrusively.  I have been warned!

David, 08 30 hrs outside on Deck 9 having actually enjoyed oatmeal, banana and plain yoghurt!