We were the second car onto the Douglas Isle of Man ferry, and so had an extended view of proceedings. A lot of containers were boarded, many more than on the ferry over. One benefit of being early is that we may be the 3rd vehicle off. Three coaches were driven onto the ferry before us, and their passengers collared the good seats in the lounge! So once again having a cabin was a must.

One lane of vehicles queued up to drive onto the ferry all had their hazard lights flashing for no apparent reason. We should be third vehicle off just about.

Our cabin 802 doesn't have one of the top bunks giving a crescendo of creaks as 812 did. I had scrambled eggs with toast and Virginia had sausage bap as a late breakfast - the Ben-My-Chree is due in dry dock for an overhaul and they're running down stores. Virginia missed out on a strawberry milkshake as they only had banana ones left. She then went to make herself a chocolate drink.

The next thing I know is she's on the floor, and there's a lot of blood. I hit the Cabin Service button as if it's a panic button, and a succession of staff appear, ending in a nurse who does the best she can. They say accidents are far from uncommon, they had a similar one the day before. They kindly escort us to the car deck ahead of the masses.

A long drive back home - we stopped for a Macdonalds and to get plasters. My left hand started hurting as we drove but I kept my mouth shut. We dropped in to check on Amelia before heading for A&E at Addenbrookes. Virginia got downgraded to urgent from emergency (in fact they seemed to downgrade most of the people going to A&E - which reminded me of the way we always downgraded customer's software problem reports from critical to serious). She then spent 4 hours at the Urgent Treatment department while I waited in the car park.