we bathed and performed bodily functions in the heads, we put our rubbish in gash bins and polished the deck. You get the idea, I’m sure - we were now in the Royal Navy.
Don't remind me.
I took a Puma up to Lossiemouth in the early seventies when it was an FAA station. One morning I was not required until the afternoon so after breakfast in the 'wardroom' I sat down to read the paper. At 10.00hrs a mess rating came round and opened all the windows.
It was early February; just about freezing, the central heating going full chat with a 30 knot gale blowing outside.
As I hung on to my paper I asked the rating why the hell he had opened the windows.
"Air the Ship,Sir".