My final cruise inspired prompt shall be: gluttony.
They had a dessert extravaganza at 10 pm one night. I found it... unsettling. So mine is my thoughts on the event, with the volume cranked up (meaning exaggerated just a wee bit).
Right, pictures of the ship's interior. Here's one of several lounges to be found on board:
And here we have a view of the library, from floor level (I did most of my writing on the cruise in here):
And finally, here's one of several bars on the boat:
I think that's all the photos I wanted to share from the cruise, so tomorrow we'll have a look at the new paint job on the house, if that's okay with you good folk.
Although, honestly, we're doing it whether you like it or not. Just so you know.
They called it a dessert extravaganza.
It was well attended by portly patrons carrying overflowing bowls of chocolates, cakes, pies, and other items parading as food meant for consumption. Going for seconds was expected. Thirds were celebrated. Fourths were spoken of in awed whispers, secreted away behind sugar-coated fingers.
Heaven forbid, after all, that any of it go to waste.
The staff smiled encouragingly, all too eager to slice and scoop and sprinkle. Their evil intent was plain to see, for those with eyes to look for it.
For those like me.
They could call it whatever they wished. I knew it was just the first of seven smouldering steps on the fiery staircase down to hell.