Pauline went down for an early morning swim around 8.30 am this morning to find the pool area absolutely deserted but virtually every sun bed with a towel draped over it. Now before you think to yourselves, oh it’s those bloody Germans again, I ought to say that the hotel is completely booked by the British. They may be old but they’re also British.
So here we are, in a hotel with hundreds of decrepit British bastards who completely ignore the signs around the pool which say ‘Articles should not be placed on sun beds to reserve them. Articles are likely to be removed’.
Not only that I’ve just seen another sign that says ‘Anybody with a transmissible disease is forbidden by law from entering the swimming area’.
Eurrrrgh, that’s put me completely off.
Tonight’s hotel entertainment was Viva, a Geordie man/woman duo. She sang while he played keyboards. If you’ve never heard Jailhouse Rock sung in a relaxed lounge style and then straight into Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen taken at an even more relaxed and slower rate followed by Living Doll then you’re lucky. The trouble was, the crowd loved it. But then again as long as somebody was on stage singing a song that they knew, everyone was happy. People are very easily pleased when they’re on holiday, drunk and over sixty. We left early and I watched Panorama on the bedroom TV.
Bloody sight more entertaining I thought.
I’ve decided to drink sensibly this year and keep my water intake up. So for every glass of beer, I drink an equivalent glass of water and for every glass of water I drink an equivalent glass of beer.
This isn’t working.
I’m drinking twenty four hours a day trying to fit in each equivalent glass of beer or water to balance up drinking the last one. Well, I say it’s not working; it just needs a bit of getting used to. I’ll probably persevere with it until the end of the holiday now and carry on when I get home, at least to Christmas just to see if it really helps with the old dehydration problem.
You can’t rush these things too much, can you?
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