And so to bed (at last).

A day of queues.

The queue to get on the aeroplane - where the cabin service was  excellent. Thomson Fly really still know how to look after their guests. This is cabin service like it used to be - before Easyjet and before Ryanair and all that they have done to ruin the experience. This is like British Airways used to be except that the cabin crew are cheerful and at least appear to enjoy what they are doing.

The great wait at Corfu (International - although you wouldn't know it) for the bags. So many bags. bag after bag after bag - none of them mine or Daddy Bear's. Until ...... at last ....maybe.....yes.....it is our bags.

Then, courtesy of Thomson and yes, they were courteous, the queue to check in for the Thomson Majesty which took an hour....although Cheryl, the dancer, helped....by being so cute.

Finally, Daddy Bear and I made our way to our cabin to find our luxurious ...... double bed .....er, No.

Lyndon, our delightful cabin attendant sprung into action and re-configured the cabin into a spacious twin with at least twice the distance from the snoring one as last year.

A night of contrasts. Mainly the contrast between the British "entertaiment" team (Hi-De-Hi) and the Fillippino professional singers. The contrast is great indeed.
Also, the great contrast between the service provided by the Eastern European girls and the rest of humanity - a gulf of great magnitude.

And so, to bed. This cruising game is exhausting.

To Ylenya, to Madonna, to Sri the Indonesian Lassie - I am in love with them all - xxx.

P.S. Daddy Bear is snoring already.