So, work has finished for the day as we move to another site and begin to survey all over again. So, I have time to sit and write a little.
Working out on deck can be a pleasure, especially at this time of year, and doubly so when we are so far north it doesn't get dark. Heck, it stayed pretty light right through till now and that#'s because the sun has already risen again.
It's great to pause and look around at the scattered rigs on the horizon, the occasion supply ship steaming past, and the seagulls hanging around in case we are fishing and will throw some food for them.
Sorry, no food from us.
The sky was really interesting tonight, cloudy but with interesting light. Dark blue on the horizon, and light pink right above, and inbetween all the colours. It's really calm here now, which is why we're getting so much work done.
Work is good. Work makes the time go by. We are in a sleep/work/eat routine which makes the days fly. Time can weigh heavy out here, and anything that makes the time come when we can get off this tub and fly home is good.
Even if it is work.
The excitement is building. It's the end of another week and so we have about 12 or 13 days to go before crew change. The end is in sight. I can't explain really what it means to have something like going home after 8 weeks to look forward to. I guess it's like Christmas. We have so many firm plans for my month off, but it would be good even if we were to stay in Dover and do nothing.
Not quite nothing, I'm sure we can think of things to do. 
We are to meet the wedding planner; I didn't know we had one; I thought we were making this up as we went along. So, we are to choose coloursa and stuff for the tables. And remind ourselves of the layout of the barn and how we want things. I also have to choose the set list for the reception. I have been thinking about this since February. It's gonna be loud.
One thing that isn't making the time go faster is our new chef. He hasn't worked with a western crew before, and quite frankly is not very good. Maybe he'll get better. Maybe I just want to get off. He has so few things he can cook for us, they come round every few days and I am now fed up. I am living on bran flakes and fruit. And the fry up for breakfast which is the only decent meal of the day.
But, I'll live, and maybe lose some more weight.
I do still go to the gym. Although it doesn't seem to do me much good any more, I kinda enjoy it, and it does get me out of my cabin.
Rooms are cabins on ships.
Whistling is unlucky on ships.
Rabbits are unlucky on ships too.
I guess whistling rabbits are very unlucky.
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