The big birthday

They don't get much bigger than this.

Moving from 12 to 13 is a milestone.





We reserve our sun beds for the first time, with strategically placed towels and head for breakfast. Some call it all inclusive, others all you can eat. Either way, it's fresh, plentiful and tasty. 

Next stop, cats. 




Then back up to our room for presents, cards and well wishes. All presents survived the journey intact and are received so gratefully by Daisy, aged 13. 




Next up, the pool for some getting wet and keeping cool. The sunbeds have sunroofs and they are revolutionary for us lighter skinned tourists. But the pool is really where it's at, so we swim, sink, snorkel.

Pancakes before lunch are a must. 

Then a short stroll to the beach for some salty water and more swimming jinx. We spot fish, a Mummy and Puddy, so very cute. Lots of tiny stones are pretty on the sea bed. 




Back up to the pool to wash off the salty water and lie down for a bit. Relaxing is often misunderstood as an easy pursuit, but not so, sometimes you have a really work at it. Lovely jubbely. 

Up to our room for showers and dinner wear and we're ready for dinner. A quick video call with Nanny, where we can, for reasons we're still unsure of, mostly see up her nose. 




On way down we have photos, with a photographer from the hotel. Results tomorrow. 

After dinner it's a ballet show, as soon as the kids show has finished. Daisy will remind us of the characters name and theme tune for the rest of time 😁

The ballet starts as non-ballet and never gets any nearer, which is a shame, but also not a worry. Back up to our room to wrestle Android into Apple, it's an equation that seems to never have a resolution, birthday or otherwise. We'll soldier on and hope the words factory reset are a joke. 

Goodnight our 13 year, love you ❤️

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