The knock on my door came at 7.30am. "Room service?" I opened the door and a waiter was balancing an impossibly large silver tray above his shoulder. I thought I'd just ordered a bagel and yoghurt.
"Where would you like to take your breakfast?" he asked. Being half awake and having not yet opened the curtains, I pointed vaguely at the only table in the room: "Er, there, maybe?"
Luckily for me, the waiter knew better. "I will set it up on the balcony, perhaps," he countered. The balcony. I hadn't even opened the curtains that morning, and had forgotten that every cabin on the Seabourn Quest had its own balcony.
I was encouraged to occupy myself while my breakfast was 'readied'. I disappeared into the bathroom until the call came. The curtains had been thrown back, revealing a beautiful scene of Sorrento harbour, and a breakfast table that would have been the envy of The Savoy.
"I hope you don't mind," the waiter said. "I know you said you wanted a plain bagel, but I have also brought some cream cheese on the side. I think you might enjoy it." He had also added a plate of fresh berries to accompany my yoghurt. If I had a valet, I imagine that life would be like this every day.