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Light my fire....

Words from a bird.  Day 114

Well the day started full of good intentions, with a fruit laden breakfast and talk of getting an English paper....I am ashamed to say that the day took a turn for the worse around 11.09 when Miss R declared it to be officially Sangria o'clock.....eighteen pints later, (between three before you start thinking about calling AA)  things are not looking so sensible....

Mrs W and I treated the other pool dwellers to a marvellous rendion of a montage of Doors hits.  Between you and me, several of them looked like they would like to light a fire and throw the pair of us on top, but we were undeterred, pushing through the whole album with gusto.

Miss R entertained us with her version of Name that Tune courtesy of her ipod....the pulse of her music taste stopped beating circa 1987 so you can imagine the sort of rubbish we were working with.  Mrs W and I had to resort to feigning sleep to get out of playing..

An international incident was narrowly avoided when Miss R pointed out to a foreign gentleman that keeping your socks on was not conducive to a perfect suntan...this from the crazy English lady who was doing a passable impression of a beef tomato.  He was a lot younger than her (I have older fillings) so out of respect for a woman of similar age to his mother, he removed the socks...

We got locked out of our room this afternoon, and you ladies will appreciate that after eighteen pints (between the three of us) we were all rather keen to get to the loo.  Unfortunately the key was not playing ball, so we sent Mrs R (the only one capable of speech at this time) down to Reception for a reboot.  Between our room and Reception, she had forgotten our room number, and gave the Manager what she thought was our number...

We did leave room 405 in the manner we found it.  Any port in a storm, and all that....

So we are now off to meet the mother and aunt at their hotel for dinner tonight.  Average age is 76 so I am assuming that the food will not put too much strain on the teeth.

Just as well, as our mouths, teeth and feet are all currently working independently of each other....





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