Gee That's Better

Number of people to stand me up: 1; Wine Units: 227; Fags: 0; Barbequed Goat calories: 3,456; Balaclava calories: 0; minutes spent in riveting conversation: 240; number of giggles: 10; number of rows with Resort Owner: 1; number of passes by Turkish waiters: 0

Wow! What a night!  Just what I was hoping for!

Heads were turning knowingly over breakfast this morning, even though we had come down at different times.  This is how it went:

8.50pm: I am wandering around the bbq dining area but cant see anything because I refuse to wear glasses or contacts.  But plastic surgeon should be quite easy to spot because he is the only gentleman of mixed race in the resort.  Non.  How disappointing. No one.  I scour the bar area and finally alight on the silhouette of tooth implanter.  He looks like he is out of the movies.

9.00pm: We agree we have been stood up by plastic surgeon and enjoy our goat.  He comments with surprise: "You're funny".  I don't suppose he has ever been forced to dine with a Size 14, six foot in her heels, 54-year-old FunnyMummy before.  I giggle.  A lot.  How refreshing!

9.31pm:  Acoustioke Night in the bar

10.23pm: Plastic Surgeon turns up.  He had waited for us, given up and gone to another beach bar for supper with the flotilla-mob.

10.36pm:  Ginger Bloke with Looks-Like-Me-Wife turns up.  He tells us all how they managed to prove Shipman guilty, how he continued to kill even from the confines of prison, and why its not good or funny that Revered Son's friend is able to hack into the school software system and change all the exam grades. Ginger Bloke is one of the most interesting people I have come across for a very long time.

1.00am: we all depart happily to our separate beds, except presumably, Ginger Bloke and his Looks-Like-Me-Wife.