There are not many things quite as relaxing as lying on a sun lounger with clear blue sky above you, feeling the heat of the sun while listening to the gentle waves, oh and with an ice cold drink and a not-too-taxing novel. I don't really like getting wet (except when having a long bath), or walking in the sand (I blame the parents! I was never allowed in sand pits as a child as cats and dogs did dirities in them!). However, next to the hotel pool does me fine. Next to another hotel's pool may be even better, but that's for another day.
I wasn't planning on doing much all holiday so I took myself off to the Bury Hospice shop in Ramsbottom and bought 5 chick-lits for £1 each - plenty for my holidays. I started the first one on the plane going:
Number Ten - Sue Townsend. I didn't read the back in the shop, I just knew Adrian Mole used to make me laugh. What a great book, about the Prime Minister going around the not best places in the country dressed as a woman.
The One You Really Want - Jill Mansell. A typical happy ending story, that you can more or less work out from the first 10 pages! It kept me daydreaming though.
It's Now or Never - Carole Matthews. I loved this but again there is nothing to it. A happy-ish ending and easy to read. Well.....I am on my holidays! I can leave the War and Peaces of the world until I'm back at the 'W' place.
Once in a Lifetime - Cathy Kelly - I didn't think I'd like this but I started it last night before going to bed and I have hardly put it down since. I have just finished it and it and far from being a totally rubbish girlie book it was amazing and made me cry.
And now I have just one left, on day 8.
A Spot of Bother - Mark Haddon. It is about a man settling down for retirement and a lot of family stuff. I'm torn between starting it today though or saving it as I have lots more time before I go home. I'm only Internetting now as the men in my life are getting showered etc and they take long than me to make themselves presentable.
A strange thing happened to me the other night, which I'm still getting stick for. I had mt iPhone alarm set as we were going off to the volcano and none of us are good at waking up early. It went off and we got up and dressed. I couldn't make out how sunny it was (it has never been less that 'very sunny' though) as it was still dark. It took quite a while for me to realise that perhaps it should be daylight. During the night my iPhone had changed times. Now it doesn't need the time setting, even when you change timezones, as Apple knows exactly where it is and sorts all that type of stuff out. I checked the world clock and it knew that the Canary Islands was the same time as the UK. I can only think that my phone is convinced it is in Spain. I'd been here 5 days before it changed though so I have no idea why it suddenly felt the need to confuse me. I am a bit paranoid now though. What if it changes time the night before we go home, and we miss our plane. Now that would be a shame....
Well, I'd better see what the rest of The Kelly Family are up to. We are off to eat in Playa Blanca tonight as our taste buds have forgotten what real food tastes like. To be fair, all the reviews for this hotel didn't rate the food too much so it haven't been a surprise. We just wanted to know H could eat.
I'm off to enjoy then my final 2 full days relaxation before I have to start counting down the days until the next holiday. Paul is taken with the Canaries and wants to come back (hooray).
Sorry - no photos this time; the hotel Internet isn't that good.
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