Aim, method, result – possible concussion
AVAGUE memory came back to me the other day of recording the results of chemistry experiments. In our science notebooks we set out an aim, method, result and – hopefully – a conclusion to our investigations.
The memory is hazy, because at school I didn’t pay enough attention to the dark arts which was how I saw science and maths. Mr F on the other hand was (still is) a star player in these subjects.
Even now I can smell those pungent chemicals and see the flaming Bunsen Burners in the science labs. They became my own little Hades; an underworld I laughed my way through, but secretly feared.
My random thoughts on recording science experiments all those decades ago came after Mr F and I returned from what turned out to be a strange holiday.
Aim: A week’s chillin’ with (hopefully) a bit of sun to blow away the winter cobwebs. Method: A short cruise. We left it too late to book trips at ports in France, Spain and Guernsey – they were all sold out – but decided we would be content to stroll around the decks, catch up on our reading, have a few drinks, and enjoy some lovely meals without (oh joy) having to drive home.
Mr F also enjoyed taking part in individual quizzes before dinner and joined a Spanish class. I saw a couple of shows and a film – Everest. And the sun shone.
On the down side the P&O ship Britannia was far too big – it looked like a block of flats – and there was no promenade deck on which to stretch our legs.
But, a reasonable result? Yes, until I tripped on the stairs, bloodied my nose, and ended up with a face of many colours. This was followed by gastroenteritis.
Mr F was left to his own devices while I was confined to our cabin for the last 48 hours of our holiday, served invalid rations on cardboard plates and regularly squirted with disinfectant by a special crew in surgical masks.
My condition wasn’t as extreme as norovirus, which we both had on a four month long cruise in 2012, but, if you’ve seen the news, you’ll know why cruise ships don’t take any risks with spreading infection.
Now home, the bruising is nearly gone but my head still hurts and yes, I have a conclusion:
When it comes to holidays – stay at home.