The last full day and it was very windy.  Breakfast in the Lido and I went early to avoid the Creepy Walter Mitty.  The bloke from earlier in the cruise had the same idea so he joined me.  He told me creep had warned him to stay away from me after I left last time then deliberately schmoozed up to his wife.  He was at the next table for dinner and said creep has pissed off his table companions so not gone the past three nights.  Patricia saw me and said we were still on for the World Club lunch with Maureen and Val but she may not be there due to feeling seasick then left.  I'd been talking with the bloke for nearly an hour when Walter Mitty turned up, curtseying to me.  He asked if he could join me.  I said no but he plonked his drink down beside me anyway then got his food.  I moved it and when he returned with his porridge, sat opposite without a by your leave.  The other bloke continued his conversation which was about his Concorde collectibles.  Creep jumped in with something completely irrelevant then sat silently, getting clearly more angry.  After finishing his porridge, he grabbed his banana and left, rather than get a cooked fry-up.  I'm guessing he'd forgotten about the photo - phew!  It beggars belief how men not there could defend him.  Maybe he was lonely but forcing yourself onto people and being overbearing won't change that.  

The Captain came on at 9am to say our rough sea would ease so I went on deck afterwards which was lovely.  Didn't feel too bad.  There was a Remembrance Sunday service in the theatre in association with the Royal British Legion and Help For Heroes.  I decided to go to the solos meet in the Winter Garden, which I'd avoided the entire trip, partly due to illness.  Usually these things are as boring as hell but my table companions said it was good.  Jean was there and we discussed the party later in her cabin.  During the noon announcement, the Captain insisted the rough sea would decrease soon but it increased quite substantially.  He needs a new weather source pronto!  There was a Rumba lesson in the Queens Room which has Creepy Charles in attendance and showing his two left feet.  Benny had laid the luggage mat across the bed.  Massive hint to pack.  I do as I go along anyway so there wasn't much to go in.  Patricia had booked our table for our free World Club lunch in the Verandah Restaurant for 1.30pm.  Maureen and Val turned up but Pat had called ahead to tell them she was unwell.  The food wasn't bad, very rich, but Val wasn't Diamond so had to pay.  

Lazy afternoon until Jean's party at 6.45pm since Chris was on hosting duties in the Queens Room at 7.45pm.  She had arranged nibbles for us all and told how she had put the cheese on the balcony to keep cool only they locked all doors due to weather so she had to get a maintenance man after thinking the door was stuck.  We all left after 45 minutes so Pat and I returned to our respective cabins to finish packing.  I put my case out but she wasn't ready when I knocked on her door.  En route to our last dinner onboard, Chris persuaded me to dance a Square Tango with him, despite the fact I never had.  He was very patient as I failed with the square but managed the 9 steps backwards but he did a turn at the end before starting again.  It was Party Night in the Queens Room with resident band Changez from 9.15pm plus The Beatles Experience at 10.30pm.  I was persuaded to join in, which I did for a few minutes but was very careful not to overdo anything then sat out the rest of it while everyone else had fun on the dance floor.  There was a balloon drop after 11.35pm then I went to bed.