As promised in ‘I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane’, here are some pictures that Mr. B took. Now, interestingly, even though I bang on about loving the sun, I don’t actually tan very well. So, the tan you see at the start is fake and the tan you don’t see on day 5 is just my natural blue skin tone shining through.
As well as posing for the camera (which ironically, is not my favourite thing!) - I also did a lot of people watching, punctuated by a lot of coffee drinking (a perfect combination). One common theme I spotted, were young girls wearing teeny weeny bum-cheek revealing shorts. Now, if I was a mum of a young girl, in fact, hang on - I’m as near as dammit a step-mum to two young girls, so I can speak from the heart here and say - I would NOT let them parade around with their backsides hanging out of their shorts! End of.
But wait, it gets worse. Teeny weeny shorts were also being worn by women old enough (and then some) to know better. They may have been trying to add a little cheeky sparkle to their marriages and I’m all for that, but guess what? I don’t need to see it! Get a room and stop putting me off my dinner. Lastly, and very entertainingly, I also don’t think they realised, as they nonchalantly sauntered off to the next bar, just how cruel the imprint of plastic, woven wicker effect chairs can be on ones bare backside. See ya later alligator!