Middle-aged flash packers

What am I going to ramble on about today, you ask. Huge bottles of champagne maybe? Guns?

No, it’s my favourite holiday ice-cream. Steve and I may disagree on a range of things, but the love of a daily magnum while away in a hot country is the glue that binds us together.

I know, I know, I spurn dairy products in my normal life, but I’m on holiday for goodness sake! I’ve already made my way through a pound of sheep’s cheese so the floodgates are open and it’s game on for Magnums.

In fact, I have two pieces of very exciting Magnum news to give you.

Number one. We have found a shop which sells them at a very, very low price. Bearing in mind the last one I had in England was £2.50, I can hardly contain myself that this wonderful purveyor of delights sells them for the equivalent of SIXTY-FIVE PENCE!! No, I can hardly believe it either.

Number two. My favourite Magnum variety is the Turkish böğürtlen flavour . Ice cream wrapped in a coating of blackberry jelly then sheathed in dark chocolate. It is completely divine. But there is a new kid on the block – Cookie Magnum. OMG. White chocolate outside, impregnated with chunks of biscuit- probably Oreo my most loved cookie – then inside, swirled dark and vanilla chocolate. Very rich. Very delicious. Very fattening.

The Aladdins cave of all things Magnum is 5 minutes walk home from the little bar we have been frequenting for an afternoon beer. (Our decadence knows no bounds, but we do have a walk first). I think we are breaking the law as we eat our Magnums without our masks on as we walk along the street. Could it get any better? A fabulous ice-cream at an unbelievable price with a bit of law breaking thrown in. Heaven.

I also have news on the kittens. They are now firmly ensconced with one of them comfortable enough to sit beside me on the bed chair with its head buried in the cat food bag. There will have to be a cat briefing the day before we fly home as BO is coming to inspect the villa and meowing kittens outside the door are going to give the game away.

And on a final note, dinner tonight was beside the river with a view of the tombs. Sitting behind us were a group of young lads, about to start university. I couldn’t hear them but radar ears was homing in and he told me they were earnestly discussing how to get a girlfriend and would they get one when they went to uni? One asked would it be a good idea to walk up to a girl and say she was beautiful? Good job I hadn’t heard this conversation. I’d have had to pull up a chair and offer some motherly advice.

Night night.