Aaah...chaos...such organisation....

As I said, me and the cook have sorted out our 'beef' and more encouragingly, the food has got a lot better over the past few days.
Lunch and dinner times are particularily chaotic affairs. It always seems to be as if there are about twelve separate conversations going on at the table and this is from our group of five. Quena and Valli never seem to understand what I'm saying apparently because I talk too fast and mumble a lot which I have to admit is true. Chris is supposed to be the serious one in the group, but he is always trying to be cheeky by trying to pair me off with one of the girls. Quena reminds me of Bill Murray- she has this kind of bored above-everything demeanour and approaches everything with the same dead-pan look and calm tone of voice that is always very funny. Valli always seems to be in her own world and will suddenly start giggling out of the blue and kind of disconnect from everyone else for a while. Mez seems to preside over all this chaos with a kind of patient serenity smiling sweetly through it all- like the rest of us she is as mad as a hatter only a lot more cleverer about it. Chris always thinks the food is good even when it quite clearly violates several international treaties. It's hard to explain just how impossible it is to get a coherent, normal conversation going in in this atmosphere. It is usually utter unrestrained madness. No wonder I am losing a few of my marbles...wait a minute one just rolled by right now. Be right back...