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.