242 DEAR DIARY, DAY SIX…

Dear Diary,

Not much of an update today as we were all hungover to death. A quick look at the banking app suggests a possible explanation for why we felt so bad: Lisa and I spent £350 in just 4 hours at that Irish bar. The others in our party weren’t shy either; we think we spent over £500 last night.

As we couldn’t face washing, brushing our teeth or meeting the public today, we made our way to the roof ‘solarium’, which was fabulous. Think a rooftop bar without the, erm, bar. Lots of comfy seats, sun loungers and tables with views of the Mediterranean in the distance—a little oasis above the city.

There were couples having picnics up there, others reading and enjoying a glass of wine; I used the space to put my head on Lisa, fall asleep, snore and slobber on her shoulder. She is a lucky lady.

Richie and Rachel went on an expedition and returned with the essentials: a bright pink shirt, some aftershave and cans of beer and cider. I vowed never to drink again when I woke up and held out as long as I could (about three hours). We sat on the roof, sipping ice-cold cans in the afternoon heat without a care in the world.

We got ready and were just about to go out for some tea when I realised I’d lost my credit card. Cue mass panic, freezing cards, turning the hotel room upside down. Couldn’t find it anywhere so went out for tea with the loss nagging at me. Couldn’t enjoy my meal and went straight back to the hotel afterwards. Lisa gave me a hand looking for the card, and she found it in the pocket of my shorts. What a dolt I am. Still, all's well that ends well.

After all the excitement, we decided to have a quiet night and watch Harry Potter in bed…in German.

Yours,

Rob