Came back from work and hadn't heard a thing about it.
I was in the middle of having major building work done to my house that had been going on, at that time, for 4 long months - the entire back section of my house missing, no kitchen, been living with a microwave, sandwiches and bags of salad throughout.
Coming home daily to builders, mess, grubby mugs of half drunken tea and never ending bills for materials and labour.
Memories of QE2 glamour (from only 1 trip at that time but instantly smitten) were very distant for me and compounded by the fact that Jet Set Betty (mother dearest) was actually onboard and as far as I knew, somewhere in Norway.
In the kitchen making yet another round of tea for the chaps with no shirts and heavy tools when i heard it announced on the news on their radio. Dropped 2 mugs on the bare concrete floor and was choking back tears when one of them appeared to enquire if I was okay. Hmmm, not really.
The shock of the news and the general devastation all around me led to even more tears and funny gulping noises - Pat the builder gave me an awkward sweaty hug and offered to make me a cup of tea instead. Bless him!
I thought at that point I would never see QE2 again.
Towards the end of July, work on the house was finished and I was counting up the pennies to see if I could possibly afford a last minute holiday.
JSB phoned. Her regular travel agent had called because there was some fantastic last minute QE2 deals to be had. Was I interested in going with her? Hell yes!
2 weeks later (courtesy of Mr Barclaycard) I found myself onboard and heading for my first encounter with Princess Grill.
Swept away by the heady mix of glamour, familiarity and general ambience (oh, and the lunchtime wine
) we found ourselves one afternoon in the Future Cruises Office choosing cabins for Norway 2008.
And then whilst stuck on the Cunard coach waiting for some old dear to return from Service station toilets somewhere on the M6 on our way home, I happened to spot newspaper ads for 2008 summer cruises. "Hmmmm..... how about we think about staying on for the next one as well?" I enquired.
Booked the next day. 12 months of a second job private tutoring, much internet shopping for swishy skirts, fab shoes and matching bags and I was back onboard for my own 3 week final voyage.
Wonderful times, fabulous memories and high jinx with Mr Lightbody... and somehow here I am and all the better for it.