Danielle was absolutely spoiling for a shower, and the ladies’ room shower valve didn’t work. There was no chance of using the men’s even late at night or early morning, since the fish plant went 24-7 and there were guys in and out of there all the time. Of course I had a shower, and very refreshing it was, but Danielle and the girls had to remain dirty. Then there was neither toilet paper not paper towels in the bathrooms, no coffee in the lounge, and the TV didn’t work. To top it off, there was no place for the girls to play near the boat—the wharves were crawling with forklifts, big trucks, and the usual Newfoundland casual drivers: park the car, smoke a cig, drive away. Far too many chances for little girls to get squashed.