Tonight's beautifully crafted post has disappeared into the ether. There's not much left apart from a joke about teenage Motherwell's favourite beverage and a long gone restaurant.
There will be riots in Lanarkshire if they try charging that much.
R is greatly improved today and celebrates by flooding the bathroom and bedroom. Luckily the cleaners have started work and we are able to borrow a mop and bucket. Crisis over we take the shuttle to Playa del Ingles and enjoy a stroll along the front. We enjoy a beer at Los Bucaneros. The less said about the popcorn the better. We continue along the prom and find a place that is doing sardines. Too good a chance to miss. R ups the stakes by ordering sangria. Lunch was excellent. Back at base for the afternoon R does artistic things while D listens to the football which is a bit more satisfactory than last week. We take the shuttle back to PdE and have a drink before dining. D had totally forgotten about beer of the day but a bar we tried helped out by producing this. Doesn't taste of much at all. We are talking ** at best. For supper we return to the tapas place that we enjoyed a couple of weeks back. It's still great...
This won't take long. R has been struck down by the lurgy again and has to go back to bed. D remembers that he forgot to write the blog yesterday and has to have two goes at it as there is a malfunction of some type. We run out of Cold & Flu capsules so D has to go to the chemist. It is getting harder to find a different beer each day. D fails to spot that this one is Gluten Free. Does removing the Gluten take the flavour out? They have awarded themselves cinco estrellas but D is only awarding ** The flat tone of the day is reinforced when a message comes from Jet 2 to tell us that our airport transfer will arrive at 11.00 on Monday. Hopefully R will be a bit better tomorrow. No fruit and veg shortages here.
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