The title of this blog entry was initially going to be “The stupidest thing I have done this year”. After some deliberation it was decided that this might be a tad grandiose and short sighted. I have done quite a few stupid things this year and we still have a few months to go.
Anyway I had enjoyed a splendid bottle of French champagne, gorged myself on a 600 gram steak at a fabulous restaurant only to be gleefully coerced into a quick night cap or three at a pub. I then walked a lady of high blood alcohol levels home to her yacht. Feeling full, noble and more than a bit tipsy I retired to my cabin. It is worth noting at this point that I had not drank much water in the previous eight hours.
It is here where deductive reasoning must step in because my memories are a bit hazy
At some point during the night I went to the toilet. On my return to bed I noticed that the blankets were missing and the bed seemed an odd shape. After an uncomfortable period I finally twigged that I was not in my bed.
I had climbed into the bathroom porthole.
How I managed to do this is quite remarkable.
Please enjoy these illuminating photos.
When I finally woke in my correct bed, my sheepish brain was quite happy to write the experience off as a bad dream.
Sadly the toiletries discarded on the floor of the bathroom were ghastly evidence of me trying to make the porthole comfortable.
Truly a story to tell my future Grandchildren about.