Productos de tomate y aceite de oliva.

9:20am appointment in Mahon's recinte firal , an exhibition and events space now devoted to the administration of vaccines, for partner to get his 2nd Pfizer - I have to wait till July for my 2nd AstraZeneca. They were doing a brisk business, and I didn't have too long to wait in the car. Of course he couldn't resist the chance to wind me up, texting to say they'd lost him in the system, they thought he was an imposter, having lost 25kg since the ID photo was taken, and the police were being called. If course on some level I knew this was just a joke, especially when there was reference to a guardia stroking his truncheon (!), but there was just enough plausibility there for me to doubt it. This caused much hilarity on his part and a comment about shooting fish in a barrel.
Subsequent failed trip to a couple of supermarkets to get hoisin sauce for a meal I'd planned; none to be found but as usual a whole long aisle devoted to olive oil and another of various jars of all types of tomato products - it is Spain after all.
An English couple in a sparkling clean hire car opened their boot, containing just a giant labelled suitcase, to put in their supermarket purchases: a litre of gin and a big bottle of tonic. Obviously an emergency supply stop on their way from the airport to wherever they were staying. No masks of course...