It's still today, I think, according to my webblog. I'm just back from afternoon High Tea - but no more Devonshire Cream tea for me. Once a year is enough and I just had it two days in a row. I met more people, and I'm going to have to go into detail about some of them, though not now I came back to change because there's a Captain's Cocktail Party this evening and Himself is going to speak. Then I'm going to the Grand Dining Room (not as good as the Polo Grill, so I am told) because I want the appetizer: blinis with caviar. I like caviar.

Now don't judge me too quickly. I had to cancel my online Weight Watchers because they can't reach me here, but I know what I'm doing and I'm doing a mental check of my Points each day. I'm okay, not great, but okay. Still settling in, still too self-indulgent, but it's early days. I found the library, BTW, and it's lovely. My sleeping habits are appalling, as usual, worse because my body doesn't know what day or time it is. According to my poor confused watch I hit the library at 3:30 this morning. It's taken me a while to find my way online, I'm picking up speed. And speaking of the library and every place else, I take my security blanket with me everywhere. My son and daughter-in-law gave me a lovely (blue, of course) travel blanket for my birthday and I have worn it every day. I mean, worn. The air conditioning on the ship is aggressive, to say the least. Lesley Towers, you would love it. I am so cold. I put it on over everything I wear. Last night I tried to go without it when I went to dinner to try to look slightly more presentable. I was shivering so before my hot consommé arrived that the mâitresse d'hotel went and got me a blanket from the spa to keep me warm while I ate. So I looked like a cult figure in a (blue, I'm happy to say) cocoon and no one saw my pretty jacket from Tilleys. I don't mind. I brought very few clothes with me, as you know, so people will have lots of opportunity to see the jacket and everything else.

Right now I'm wearing my long denim skirt, a tank top, a Shetland sweater, and my security blanket. All blue . At least I'm colour-coordinated.

People are asking for photographs and I'm still a bit vague about going on line, catching up with mail, and writing my blog. I am still not even sure what day it is, and the time keeps changing. I think we're recovering an hour a day, or going back an hour, I'm not sure, as we begin to go north- east, I think, to Thailand.

This morning we were on time for our swim - I'm happy to tell you that my room-mate likes to rise early and swim - but the pool was still filling and choppy. We had coffee while we waited and talked to a fellow swimmer from Alabama (she hates Hillary Clinton) who slays she was named after the great Confederate general Sedge. I said my knowledge of American history was a bit spotty and she looked shocked until she realized I was Canadian and she admitted her knowledge of Canadian history was a bit spotty, too. Anyway, Sedge likes to swim, too, and we three had to wait until after seven to swim. Laps are hard in a short pool but fortunately, my fellow amphibians prefer to do knee and leg exercises at the side of the pool. We ate at the Waves Grill, a little restaurant beside the pool, continental breakfast for Liisa and me; Sedge went in to a dining room for bacon and eggs.

You don't want to hear all this, do you? There are multi eating and drinking places and myriad activities each day and I'm still trying to find my way around. My sense of direction is being sorely tried and you would be so proud of me for the effort I am taking with names.

Right now I'm going back for afternoon tea - just the tea, not the food - and an interesting couple I met from New Zealand.

Wow, another day!