Just desserts

Turns out that philosophical discussions can have consequences. A slow start to the day.

Nowhere was serving breakfast, and the local supermarket that is normally open on Sunday is closed for renovations. So we had to survive on ham crisps until lunch.

Lunch was a comedy of errors. Through really no fault of our own, we were the 'difficult table' that all the waiters tried to avoid. Perhaps they saw my disappointment when my travesty of a goats cheese salad arrived.

Happily, TallGirl's dessert restored order to her world and afternoon sleeps did the same for MrB and I. Later in the afternoon TallGirl and I strolled along the beach, and the boys joined us in town where we had pizza and, thinking ahead, brought the remains home for breakfast.

Early night.