Tenerife

Well, well, well what a shock – Albert collected me and took me to Tenerife for our anniversary; who is looking after Elvis?  The hotel helped us celebrate this auspicious occasion by knocking on our bedroom door at 7.30 a.m. with a bottle of champagne. 

Much later we were sat having coffee in the town square, under a tree when Albert was hit on the head –  this time it was an almond not an apple; it only left a slight dent in his forehead.