Day 45 - Sunday 21st February (The day that never was!)/ Monday 22nd February 2015 - at sea

Day 45 - Sunday 21st February (The day that never was!)/ Monday 22nd February 2015 - at sea

We were given two daily ship's newspapers for today - the first one was entitled "Sunday 21st February... Or is it?" and was full of activities such as walking on water, naked bungee jumping, mud wrestling for the over 85s, break dancing and body popping classes, pole dancing, water skiing, hang gliding, strip poker, an evening pyjama party and punk dance date, and special offers of free drinks all day, free wifi, and the option of posting yourself home for £3.50! As you have probably guessed, this day did NOT exist, as overnight we had crossed the international date line. This means we had gone from Saturday 20th to Monday 22nd. There was a special section of the newspaper for all those passengers and crew members with birthdays on 21st Feb who would not be having one this year!

We also received a ship's newspaper for Monday 22nd, which detailed the real activities of the day, but various alterations had to be made to these... Firstly, all the decks were closed due to the continued high winds, rain and rough seas, so no walking for us (which was perfect as I was talking to my family then anyway!). Stretch class happened as normal with the extra challenge of keeping one's balance! After breakfast there was an announcement to say that last night there had been a flood in Carmens (the dance hall) and they were still inspecting the damage, meaning line dancing would take place in the nightclub instead (which is much smaller). And it certainly was cosy! We did some quite simple dances due to the lack of space and rockiness of the ship, but it was still good fun! We then went to the theatre to watch the port talk on Melbourne, before going to lunch.

After lunch I got one of the last few seats for the 1.15 show at the cinema of the film Gone Girl, which was very good. JL then went to see Dr Lee Konowe talking about lie detection, but it was too wet to play table tennis. I went to a Legs Bums and Tums class and then we went to dinner.

We had an early classical recital by the pianist and flutist, and then went for the second show by Peter Howarth (the Hollies singer) who announced that he was a bit tired as he'd had to be evacuated from his room in the night as it was flooded! I'm starting to worry more and more about this ship, especially as the TV information channel hasn't shown our position for ages, and is now displaying a sign saying that the GPS equipment is malfunctioning - I really hope the captain still knows where we are...!  [Women! (Part 4). Apologies: Emma, bless her, makes it sound as though we're on a canoe to Benidorm which we are not...]

[JL: this constant changing of the time is getting annoying.  And now from  -11 to + 13 hours!  We went to bed on Saturday night and woke up on Monday morning!  On the ship this morning (Monday) we saw a few members of the anti Richard Dawkins brigade looking very lost and deeply distraught.  No Sunday means No mass today!  Does this mean now that their place up there in the clouds is no longer guaranteed?  I am worried!   PS: I love you Jack... ]