After what seemed an interminable bus journey (Croydon via Merseyside was quite a diversion), I eventually arrived port-side.  My handsome and mysterious companion took my hand and we went up the gangplank.

We went further down into the ship.  Everyone around us was wearing whites – these were the staff quarters and I was here to work my way around the world. 

I was nervous, but excited.  How would I ever find my way around this enormous space?  But I had no time to worry.  Catching a glimpse of myself in a full-length mirror, I stopped.  I looked completely amazing. 

Teeny-tiny pink gingham hot pants and a pair of Dr Martens had never looked so good on anyone.