T for Thirsty Tuesday

So this is how it's going to be gentle reader. We're off for a break in the sun. We will stay hydrated, promise.

Gently sweating glasses of orange granizado with our very late breakfasts...

and feeding cheeky birds with crumbs while we have after golf lunches....

Can you just see him hovering? (the bird, not the arm!)

For the record, I'm the one that walks round chatting, scrumping lemons and oranges when in season. I chat. I sit. Every other hole, I offer to carry the bag. I do not actually play the golf. And Mr Dunnit quite often plays alone or allows the club to partner him. So then I don't go of course; there's a limit to how much non-golfing company a golfing stranger will take! Mr Dunnit can block me out, but I think it takes years of practice!

I have any amounts of sightseeing and walks planned. Mr Dunnit has any amount of relaxing planned. We'll see who gets bored first. (It won't be me. Sunshine, a beach and a book...I'm good for weeks.) Blogging will continue in the usual ad hoc way. No gentle reader, I do not want to give you a break from me. You might forget me. And then I'd be talking to myself.....