Being Mortified...

I’m mortified. Actually mortified. I’ve just come in from buffet breakfast- (where I MUST try and get it into my head I do not need to eat everything in the first 2 days and that I can spread my breakfast enjoyment over the 7 remaining days. There is a happy medium between not having any lunch provided under half board, and as my sister suggested, eating til I feel sick and laying on the beach til the sick feeling wears off) and the cleaner was here changing the towels etc. I knew this as I’d seen the mop outside. This is fine – I thought I’d sit on the balcony til he was done. Then noticed that on the bedside table, he’d had to put last night’s abandoned underwear, scrunched into a ball that I’d left in the sheets when it was hot in the night. MORTIFIED! He then walked in and said he was now finished. I’ll be tipping this guy for sure.

Now to my other insane OCD thing. I’m getting ready to hit the beach again, and was glad at breakfast to see my German neighbours just coming in for their meal. This means I can get the sun longers with partial shade and not give myself a hernia trying to beat them out there.

I would LOVE not to be mental. 

I've seen some reef sharks in the shallow water today right by me. It was good but there was no one to tell. They were circling a little shoal of fish. One of these here pics is the shoal which is still hanging about. 

In other news, I'm reading Caitlin Moran's How to be a Woman. It's a different read for me but I'm liking it. 

God alone knows what I've done with my copy of To Kill A Mockingbird which I should be reading for Book Club. However, Caitlin is making me laugh, not sure Harper Lee would....