Thursday 3pm and the sun is near vertical overhead as we laze on our loungers on the top deck of the Norwegian Epic moored in the port of Livorno.
It’s too hot, too damn hot .. I repeat.
Thankfully the waiters seem friendly and my outcry seems to inspire them to bring another pint .. Or is half litte ? .. Of cold refreshing Stella Artois.
All thoughts of what we did this time last week or what we will be doing this time next week are lost.
Nobody mention the W word!