Catching rays

Monday somehow felt more like holiday, knowing that the Goese Fox's colleagues were back at work and he was sitting in the warm sunchine reading. After yesterday's quiet day we walked down to to the sea and then along the promenade (where it exists) passing San Miguel Village and then up into San Blas for some lunch.

The afternoon was spent in the garden. The Silver Vixen catching some rays, and the Gorse Fox finishing off his second book this week. (The first was "The Lincoln Lawyer" by Michael Connelly, today's was "The Wrong Way Round" by Ewan McGregor and Charley Borman recounting their motorcycle trip from west to east around the world. Both books are damned fine reads).

In the evening we returned to San Blas for dinner. An "entertainer" was singing in the village square and kept the Gorse Fox occupied with thoughts of how "pub singers" (as that was essentially what he was) always seem obsequious, always tell crap jokes, and bring out an almost irresistable urge to find a baseball bat and use him for batting practice. At that point the GF's reverie was broken by said singer asking "Does everybody like Country and Western?" a groan emanated from the crowd and the Gorse Fox was heard to mutter "I'm going tear him limb from limb", but the Silver Vixen restrained him whilst the Country and Western caterwalling died away (and several fellow diners committed suicide). Where is Alice Cooper when you want him?