Apparently our holiday hotel is particularly good for active people. This morning, well before 8 a.m. you would have found me following in the pounding footsteps of dozens of Lycra-clad lovelies exercising along the pathways betwixt beach and garden.
Then when when the lads came out to play an early morning game of tennis in their bright, baggy shorts, I was there, a kind of virtual ball girl.
And all this, dear Reader, from the safety and comfort of my
balcony. As Mr B is wont to say, my name is Billy, not silly.
I have a new swimsuit. It has Speedo written on the side. For some reason, Mr B finds this terribly funny, as I make my slow, but (methinks) majestic path through the
hotel swimming pool. I can't imagine why....
Today we started our Holiday Cribbage Challenge. Here is the score so far:
Mr B - 2; Me -0
Everything to play for....