Day 31 0f no real fags. I'm still welded to my e fag, smoking it in bed, even. Luckily I have quite a few batteries as I go through them like shit through a goose. I don't miss real fags at all. I'm still drinking the vanilla coffee, however, so it's much the same as always!
I had a wonderful week in Minorca with four girls, including my sister, who is a VERY Good Egg. We all came back brown and mostly hungover - the cocktails were fantastic. Three of us had a horribly early start as we had to be at Gatwick at 0400 - we left here at 0030, having had a bit - but not much - sleep. We arrived at Mahon in good order and were taken to Villa Cleo, which was way above my expectations. Because I snore (hehe) I had a double en suite room all to myself - the others shared two rooms. It was lovely, and there was a heated pool, with various things like a pool table in the garden. High bushes made us quite private, and there was hardly any traffic on the road outside. The beach was five minutes away, as was the supermarket and all the bars.
We ate out on most evenings and there was always fresh fish on the menu, which was great. Those who did the shopping always took rather longer than expected, and the rest of us discovered that they had been refreshing themselves with beer or cocktails on the way back! My favourite cocktail was a Pina Colada - I just love rum and coconut. The others had Blue Lagoons, Daquiris, Singapore Slings and so on. When we were by the pool during the day, we made our own cocktails with gin, malibu, orange juice, fizzy wine and whatever was in the fridge.
On the evening that we ate in, Dinah managed to light the BBQ, and we had veg kebabs and chicken fillets, with various salads - lots of food. And drink. Poor Kate came down with the lurgy and spent some time in bed, but I think she's on the mend now. All in all, a fab holiday.
On Tuesday morning, I came down with a kind of flu, and I've been mostly in bed ever since. Achy, shivery and with a headache. So I'm taking paracetamol and hoping it will go away. As a consequence, I'm not sleeping terribly well.
So bloggers, I shall try to go back to bed. I hope you're al OK?
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?