Naughty Boy Though
This morning I had that bit of naughtiness about me so before I went running I took our beach towels down to the quiet pool and unashamedly snaffled two well-placed sunbeds. I know I shouldn’t, but I did.
But before I set off I was getting my stuff from the balcony and I could hear very loud snoring, it came from next door. So I chanced a peep and there was Martin spark out fully dressed on the sofa knocking Z’s out big style, with the door open, I later found out he’d been on a big bender.
We had breakfast and you will never guess who was in front of us at the very next table………….Fred West and he was looking very pleased with himself which can only mean trouble for someone. His entourage didn’t half fill their plates, the fat buggers. Wendy thinks they are all a bit Ming-Mongy, as Ian would say, but I think you need to keep your wits about you when in their close proximity or you might just end up on the rack.
We had a really nice relaxing morning at the quiet pool and I partook in a drink or two to soak up the ambiance. The sun was out and all was at peace with the world.
Before lunch we had the cocktail of the day, todays delight was a Santa Maria, it was lovely.
We came across Carmel and Graham at a dining table so we had our lunch with them and heard all about Grahams birthday supper, which he really enjoyed.
Before we went back to the sunbeds we thought to take another cocktail of the day down, so I asked for two more cocktail of the day please. Only to be given a completely different drink altogether, so I said excuse me, its Santa Maria today, no its not sir, yes it is, no it’s not sir it’s ******, or whatever. I know I shouldn’t but I got todays Newsletter and took it to her, pushed in front of the Germans and said here it is, todays cocktail! I have never been given a thank you sir that was so devoid of any thanks in my life, I know, I know Victor Meldrew, but please at least get the drinks right.
Back down to the pool and I borrowed a Sun Newspaper from last Thursday from an old fella from Clacton, boy could he tell a story, a 40 minute one at least, but nice enough anyway.
The sun went behind the clouds at about 15:00 so I took Wendy for an afternoon run to the east coast where the wind is at its freshest and where the kit surfers ply their trade.
It was a lovely run, into the wind mind but across the desert and onto a delightful beach.
I am extremely pleased with Wendy’s efforts on this holiday, she is looking stunning, Sam Fox like even!
We flew back with the wind behind us!
We got back and I sat on the balcony while Wendy showered and Martin popped out. He was sorry about the noise last night, which we never heard.
He had got in tow with another Londoner and was boozing until 01:30. Dawn was long gone to her bed, but she forgot to leave the key under the mat so he was locked out. Unperturbed he decided to go back down stairs and climb up. Now looking at the height from above I said what was going through your mind. I don’t know was his reply because I climbed on the wall, fell off and landed in the bushes and thought better of it. He went and knocked Dawn up and then headed for the sofa where she left him all night long, the wally! Today he has a very sore shoulder!
He also told me that it had, “Kicked Off Big Style” with the Level people at our pool today. All they have to do is click their fingers and they get express bar service, so someone took exception to not getting served after waiting patiently. Apparently chairs were thrown into the pool and it was flip-flops at dawn! Oh and the Level police made a sudden attendance to calm things down!
Supper was lovely, we both had pasta and salad, what a treat, oh and wine to boot.
From there we took our wine over to the Bravo Bar, (where we aren’t allowed) and it was nice, not overly loud music although the main bar music did overspill, anyway when I had finished my wine I did brazen myself a rum and coke from the bar and got away with it.
We then went and sat in reception to get away from the noise and guess who came and sat beside us……………………Fred West and one of his clan, a big fat girl who looked us over several times. I wanted to get a photo but I thought best not as we would be in the frame for their next victims. I will try to get a photo, but not at any cost.
Its bedtime now, it’s been a lovely day and we have big plans for tomorrow, for several circumstances, good or bad weather. I’ll let you know how we get on Avid Reader!