Wednesday, December 6/2017

First floor infinitely preferable to fourth. Feels like we've moved up a star, hotelwise. So unpack the boxes we've stored over the summer, with some difficulty as they're in a general storage and junk cum staff coffee room. An inaccessible end of the room is crammed several deep with boxes and cases of remarkable weight belonging to us and Norwegian regulars, but J perseveres with minimal breakage. Until now we've been more or less camping on the fourth floor but this allows us to set up regular housekeeping. 

Maggi stops for a cup of tea, but brings fakes (savoury lentil dish -short a and two syllables and completely authentic), as well as a fresh koulouri and four figs picked this morning. We have bread, good mature cheddar and wine, so impromptu lunch. And tea later.