As the big band starts up on the quay, I'm sipping Champagne on promenade deck and watching the ribbons of streamers cascade over the side of the ship. What could be more perfect as they begin to play 'We are sailing'. I'm dressed in a midnight blue cocktail gown ready for a five course dinner with my husband and two sons. Everything is dripping in decadence and I feel as though I belong here. ' This is perfect,' I whisper to my husband, we're really here - off on my dream cruise to New England. 'Yes,' he smiles' but I think there is something you should know,' his face forrowed at the brow. 'Really hun? Tell me whatever it is.' ' I'm afraid that Jane McDonald won't be coming aboard after all.' I relax, I've been so worried that this cruising lark was going to be one big cheesy cabaret act. ' I think I can live with it,' I smile, 'shall we go for cocktails? I want to discuss our plans for New York.'