As wedding guests go, we are, indeed, a motley crew.
We are attired in swimming trunks, bikinis, shorts and tee shirts and we are all crowded around to watch two people we don't know get married in the hotel's wedding pavilion.
The wind is blowing a gale and the waves are crashing on the shore so nobody can hear what the Registrar is saying but when the groom kisses the bride we decide that the Deed has been Done and we all clap enthusiastically. After which the proper guests,
who all look very smart compared with our raggle taggle band of gatecrashers, go off for their wedding breakfast and I go back to the swimming pool to finish off my daily swim which had been cut short when I heard the wedding music.
Earlier in the day it was Mr B and I in the wedding pavilion. Just for sake of a photo opportunity, you understand, courtesy of a kind Belgian whom we accosted as she strolled along the beach minding her own business. Mr B was less than willing but he owes
me one. Or more...
The daily cribbage competition is going badly for me. I haven't won a game for two days and the running score is now 15 - 6. Mr B says he is showing me respect as a worthy opponent. Frankly I would like a lot less respect
and a lot more luck...