So it always happens in threes, and the same applies on holiday. Number 1 must have been the sea urchin stabbing spines and the subsequent medical costs. Number 2 was arriving back at the room last night to find that our safe would not open. That had to be felt with by the aptly titled 'safe buster'. Number 3 started at around 6 a.m. this morning with Wifey shouting for my help. I woke up in a daze to see my shoes floating around the bathroom, and water lapping over the threshold into our cabin. Apparently our cold water pipe had fractured. The team were really efficient. Reception took the message, the plumber isolated the supply, and the cabin team, used more towels to stop the lapping. Then someone with a big sucker upper arrived and removed the water. Which of course others thought was the steward with the Hoover and came out to remonstrate, and then seen the big thingy; went back into their room. The aforementioned plumber came back to repair the pipe work, and then a team of two with the hot air blower arrived to dry the carpet. They mentioned that I needed to leave the room as it was going to get very hot. Meanwhile I enjoyed a glorious sunrise and counted eleven separate colours in the sky. An early breakfast of cereal and if we hadn't already had enough; water. This was followed a few hours later with a bacon roll outside with friends on Deck 12 at the rear of the ship. Now sat in the Crows Nest, having handed out some artwork as gifts to a few of the staff, we can think about returning to our cabin and cancelling that order for two pair of wellies.
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