We're off to have tea with the Queen! She's an old gal alright, with a wide berth too! Regal and stoic, she sits there entertaining hundreds of guests at her Sunday morning tea party in the Grand Salon, and we were included on that exclusive guest list.We feasted like royalty, gnashing our teeth into a variety of delicacies spread before us whilst we enjoyed the heavenly sounds of a strumming harp.
Wandering pirates from a nearby party filled the role of the Court Jester, much to our delight. Cajolling and "argh hargh-ing" at each other. There was one pirate in particular who caught our eye. We marvelled at his commitment to his character. Such a realistic limp(implying wooden leg, we thought), and an authentic eye patch (implying missing eye, we thought). In fact, it was too authentic. It was at this point, we suddenly realised, this was no costume, he was no pirate and we just made a huge mistake! We assume the Queen was not amused.
As our glasses of champagne and tea were refilled by and endless steam of attentive waiters, we were told tales of many ghosts who like to haunt the salon, and specifically our table, posing for photos, frightening guests and giving them unexepected chills.
We exchanged gifts, stole them from each other, then bargained to get them back again, before heading off to explore the Queen Mary ship further.
Dripping in Art Deco, the halls and boutiques still shined with glamourous beauty, allowing us to imagine what life would have been like cruising aboard this ship with the likes of Charlie Chaplin and old Hollywood. We stopped for some more snacks and drinks in the Obseravation Art Deco lounge at the bow of the ship, while others headed down to the Russian Scorpian submarine for another tour.We all met up again at the Observation bar again for cocktails before being blown of our chairs by both the ship's horn blasting unexpectedly and our hysterical laughter that followed.
