First blogging of the day because we have been very lazy and didn't wake up until nearly lunchtime.
Unfortunately what woke us was the family in the room next to ours having a domestic. It always seems to happen to us. Whenever we go on holiday, we witness domestics. The funniest was in Cyprus in May when the newlyweds from Chesterfield in the room next door were arguing because she got shit on the bed sheets.
David and I are actually quite boring publicly.
He has tried to convince me that I should go parasailing. I have put it on my bucket list but I think it would be more fun if I did it when Ricky and Jack could be there to make fun of me, so I will wait until we have our family holiday at Christmas or next summer.
3.44pm
Oh good grief. Almost worse than the dead mouse in the bathtub: they're playing Cheryl Cole over the pool PA system. Ugh.
4.23pm
David is distraught. He has seen someone aboard "his" boat. Someone who isn't David.
Meanwhile, I am more interested in mojitos.
It's just that kind of day.
David has asked me where we're going on Sunday. I explained it's called Dalyan, and in addition to the white beaches and mud baths there is a nature reserve where we might see sea turtles.
His face was a picture. Every now and then it will occur to him that he has already been somewhere. We were walking through a beautiful square in Portugal once when the same expression appeared on his face. He was certain he had been there before and said, if he was correct, he could take us straight to a road that had nothing but bars along it.
He did, and we had fantastic cocktails that night.
I think sometimes he feels these revelations will upset me but they don't. They just make me laugh. But I doubt he can take me to a bar where they serve amazing cocktails on the beach where the sea turtles lay their eggs.
We have had a discussion about standards, too. David is amused that I have been drinking cocktails in the afternoon.
To be honest, I don't drink very much. The main reasons are that I don't like not being in control and I don't like hangovers.
But there tends to be one day per holiday when I have a few drinks and let my hair down, in a civilised fashion, of course. I'm no chav on a bender because the booze is free.
David's rule is that there is no drinking until the sun goes over the yard arm, defined as 11am. I think I mentioned that in my blog post on Monday.
I once had a glass of champagne at 10.30am in Mallorca, which has put me in the "lush" category ever since.
5.00pm
Switching from mojitos to amaretto. There's only so much fresh mint one can take.
Random picture of the Turkish pigeon that just dropped by for a visit.
8.09pm
Overheard at dinner tonight, woman to man: "No, Mr Bananaman. I do not want a banana tonight."
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