The Only Way to Travel

We are settling into sea life. If one must go trans-Atlantic, this is the only way to go. Each evening we advance our clocks one hour to compensate for the 5 hour time difference between New York and the UK. While it is only one hour, it is playing havoc with my inner Puritan self. When I awoke at 10:00 a.m. which was 7:00 in New York I became overtaken by guilt. It quickly subsided. Adjusting to the time change and not seeing light and darkness is one of the minor difficulties with an inside cabin. One can or at least I can lose all sense of time and day light. It is all so relaxing after a stressful run up to our departure.

People seem to be quite fascinated with Bishop Walker. I thought the British passengers would want to discuss the Lambeth Conference or the recently held Synod of the Church of England that approved on the first round of voting the consecration of women as bishops but instead everyone wants to discuss Barack Obama. Who knew that he would become a spokesperson for the Obama campaign - little does Obama know and little did Walker prepare for the task. No one has asked me about Obama or Lambeth either for that matter and I'm not a bit upset - can you tell?