When making our way down to dinner in our Holiday Hotel, we take the stairs. Or, rather, we sweep down a rather grand, marble, spiralling staircase.
We could descend, hand in hand, with a flourish of feathers and nifty
footsteps, I tell Mr B - like Anton du Bec and Fiona Fullerton on Strictly Come Dancing. You will note I am too humble to suggest I might resemble Ally Wotsername or the divine Sophie Ellis Baxter. I once met her mum, the lovely Janet Ellis, on a beach in
Littlehampton where she and Keith Chegwin we're trying to build the biggest sandcastle in a TV competition. I remember she was very , very sweet though I can't remember how she fared in the sandcastle stakes.
It's easy to eat healthily
in our hotel. They serve up lots of salads and grilled meat and fresh fruit. My ever-encouraging, often-despairing Weightwatchers Leader would be pleased. I mention this because I know she reads the blog and she may be checking up on me.
Of course, then there are the drinks. I am sticking to Piña Coladas which, as everyone knows, are made of pineapples. And pineapples, like that Norwegian song in the Eurovision Song Contest, score "Nil Points". Or so I am telling myself.
Daily Cribbage Competition result:
Mr B - 2; Me - 1
Running total: Mr B -4; Me - 1
verdict: Need to do better