This is a …. small …….. red ………. thing (cue tumbleweed)
Argentinian Photo-bomb!
And look, there’s a little Italian fellow in a red cap too!
Diann prepares for her world famous magician’s trick of whisking the table cloth away to leave the drinks intact. Jay waits apprehensively …
Yes, Chris. This is one of those new-fangled photographic machines.
It’s official. The art of conversation is finally dead!
Not that I wish to endorse cultural stereo typing, but Chris was first on the beach! (he had been there overnight)
June hears that the best cure for sea-sickness is to take liberal quantities of alcohol. Works for me!
‘The tortoise and the (no) hare’. I thang yow!