I could almost say that I never once used room service.
The restaurants were so good... and we wanted to eat together... and the menus were so enjoyable... and the views so lovely... and the waiters so pleasant... I think it just never crossed our minds to ask for room service.
There was one time only... hence the "almost" in the first sentence...
It was that day which I remember with embarrassment... the day when, contrary to all my beliefs about myself, I woke up seasick. For a while, it was so bad that I could hardly stir without feeling violent nausea. I rang the Purser's Office and asked for seasickness medication... they told me they had some, all I need do was to come and fetch it. No way was I even able to think about that... no way... So, they immediately sent someone with a better stomach than mine, and with good steady legs, to deliver the tablets to my cabin. As the messenger arrived, so did the cabin steward, and they both stood around together for a couple of moments and commiserated with me.
The cabin steward then insisted that I must have some food to go with the tablets and to help my insides settle down -- and off he went, coming back very soon with what I had decided might be edible -- a couple of apples, a couple of slices of bread and some tea. I can still remember the caring look in his face.
So, I took the tablet, and took a bite of apple and a drop of tea -- immediately after which, I was sick again. Chances must have been tiny that the tablet ever reached my stomach...
But from that moment, I felt better, and about half an hour later, I was able to venture out. By lunchtime, I had joined my Mum in the Britannia Grill and enjoyed some carefully selected food which went down extremely well.
But the Purser's messenger, and the Cabin Steward, remain in my happy memories -- they delivered me from the worst nausea I ever had to go through, and were so caring and gentle. Never again! I have almost returned to that full conviction that I
never get seasick!