The Galley Dance for breakfast
Its breakfast time aboard Song of the Whale and a number of activities are underway in the galley: the coffee machine is being loaded at the far end while in the middle someone is standing with the kettle pouring cups of tea. I’m not a fan of the porridge, which sits on the galley table ready for people to eat, so my plan is to head to the cereal packets. I hover for a while by the fridge waiting for a window of space to open up in the galley. When it does, balancing my body on one leg with its muscles tensed, my right hand clasping the side-board for support, I reach round to unclip the cupboard and open it. Pulling the cornflake packet out I re-gather myself, distributing my weight back onto two feet whilst simultaneously stepping, down, back out of the galley, to let the person making tea out. With nearly clear access to the other side, where the bowls are stacked I walk over to stand on tip-toe and twist my body sideways so as to clear the person making coffee and scoop a bowl from the top of the pile. Bowl in hand, its now a case of spinning round to head back to the fridge for some soya milk. As I do someone else wanders in for their breakfast so we walk sideways past one another lower body’s parallel, whilst upper bodies twist slightly in our direction of travel. Opening the fridge, I crouch down to collect the milk quickly, before standing to compact myself, back against the fridge, letting someone else in. Bowl filled, milk poured its time to beat a hasty retreat and let others maneuver themselves through to their breakfast.
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