I suppose you want an update on the dire situation reported yesterday.

I was compelled, as I had feared, to spend the night with my boss. The whole night. I was absolutely knackered by the end of it. He was, quite frankly, insatiable. Not until seven o’clock this morning did he finally decide he’d had enough. Then, and only then, did he let me stop working and go to bed.

It turned out the single bed in our cabin was actually two beds pushed together, which someone had come and rearranged during the course of the day so they were now on opposite sides of the room. I collapsed into mine, fully clothed, and slept well into the afternoon.

When I woke up my boss had already vanished, presumably to continue working on the bridge. Before joining him I decided to have a look around in the hope of acquiring pants and/or pyjamas. It turns out there aren’t as many shops on this boat as you might imagine - one selling perfume, a gift shop, and a shop selling horrendously expensive looking clothes, mostly for women. In none of them could I find pants or pyjamas of any description. If anyone fancies opening a pants and pyjamas shop aboard the QM2, I feel there’s a niche to be filled.

I finally made my way to the bridge, worked for the rest of the day, then came to a little Internet suite on deck 2 to write this. It’s costing me fifty cents a minute, so you’d better be enjoying it. You might want to read it two or three times so you get my money’s worth.