A later than usual post today - as I wanted to get in another dinner (you, dear reader, would be bored shitless hearing me say how lovely it was relaxing by the pool again. Tho it was breezy yesterday and today, which adds a frisson of excitement re wayward parasols and towels whipping off inappropriately).

I was pondering poolside (see - I can’t help myself ) about the inherent ‘danger’ of ‘shuffle’ on the old iPod. I have LOADS of music of all kinds, tempos, decades, genres etc - but all the while, Martine McCutcheon could pop up with Perfect Moment unexpectedly after you’ve enjoyed a rarely played album track. Equally, if there’s been some nice classical numbers - imagine my surprise when up pops Adam Ricketts with I Breathe Again. And today we had actual poolside singer murdering songs whilst I was listening to a podcast - I’m almost back up to date on them all! He even did Depeche Mode, Enjoy the Silence. I say did. Butchered would be more appropriate. It’s one of my favourites of all time. I’m scarred.

HUGE dilemma over final soirée dinner tomorrow. Our preferred provider. Carlos’s. Is CLOSED. So it looks like a revisit is in order. Indeed tonight’s location is a revisit. The gorgeous tapas place of cheese jenga (not the dish’s actual name). Plus it’s something that I can recreate chez Baguley so that’s a bonus. I mean how hard can it be to fashion cheese batons with honey and chopped walnuts and a few dots of balsamic glaze…

We were all organised to do our passenger locator forms for return to Blighty earlier but the bleedin website was v strict about 48 hours. So that’s a job for when we get back after dinner. And having had wine and Barraquitos what could possibly go wrong.