Rupert TaylorWhy did I go out onto the balcony? The waves. That’s why. They were massive. Massive and black and smashing into the side of the ship.
Usually I don’t go out on the balcony, especially after dinner, which tends to run big. I’m a big guy. And when I say big I mean proper big. Swollen ankles. Gout. Sky high cholesterol. Circulation issues like you wouldn’t believe. This makes it hard for me to get out the doors that slide open onto the balcony. They really should make them bigger, it was a first class cabin after all.
I should have said something, actually, about the doors. But then I would have been the big guy who complains about small doors.
It was nice out there. Wild, with the wind and the waves, but nice. Out on the ocean, salt really climbs up your nostrils, but in a good way...
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