Just another day

It started cloudy and windy; inauspicious (and in Tenerife). The clocks had leapt forward a week ago... but as the Gosr Fox is out of range of the radio time signal in the UK, his watch decided to adjust itself last night. As a result the Gorse Fox was up watching the sunrise just after seven, thinking it was just after eight. (GF had already adjusted his watch manually... hence the problem).

Eventually, the day brightened up and we decided that a walk would be good. We walked down towards the seafront, but the Silver Vixen ended up slipping on some gravel and tearing her trousers as well as grazing her knee. This diverted the original route and we headed back via San Blas.

Dinner was taken back in the square at La Opera... we were served by a chap dressed in black, with the voice of David Beckham, a perma-tan, and a case of male patten baldness that he was trying to stave off with an occipital mohican. He was the primary source of amusement until the couple sat down at the next table with their two children. Then we got such quotes as:

"Does anything come with the chips?"

"Oh look, they do Chicken Jalfrezi over there, just like in Solihull"

"What do you mean you don't know waht you want? What would Thierry Henry choose?"

Gorse Fox was in his element. If only he had been better at choosing from the menu himself. You see, he chose Argentinian Fillet Steak. After the Brazillian beef the other night he was expecting it to be excellent. Actually, it was poor and stringy. and not content with staying on his dinner plate it kept trying to take over his side plate also. However, the Brazillian beek of the other night was brilliant - tender, succulent and served plain with a small strip of curly noodles down the middle.