Mozzy's, Cozzy's and Bare Butts.

There were many manoeuvers in the dark in Correlejo last week. Meg bagged the bed she fancied most which turned out to be the squeekiest. After a departure time of 1am in Fort William to get to Fuerteventura, Spook fell asleep very quickly the next night and didn't hear Meg humphing the mattress to a new spot on the non-squeeky floor - right in his flight path to the toilet at 3am! So there was a bit of sqealing and swearing before things settled down, after he'd tripped over her in the dark, and nearly pee'd himself. 3 nights of suffering what had turned out to be a raw deal, saw her move into my bed, so I had to share the living room with Finn and chose a nice wee space next to the open patio door to catch the breeze. At some point in the middle of the night, someone wrenched open the front door scaring the beejeesus out of me. It turned out not to be an intruder, but Finn, heading off into the night. I yelled out to him and he reappeared very quickly, said "oh, sorry" and hopped back into bed. I was awoken again to find him bumping into the bottom of my mattress, trying to get out the patio door. He had no idea why he was trying to do that. I think too much free Pepsi on the all inclusive tab had taken it's toll on his ability to sleep without sleep-walking. Either that, or there was some beautiful teenager down at the bar that had taken his fancy.

The next night, Spook had the pleasure of the wee breeze in the living room, but Finn's capacity for sleep-walking was severly hampered by too much tossing and turning and he woke to find his feet tied in knots by the bedsheets. He had to get his dad to untangle him. Meanwhile, Meg was chatting away in her sleep, in my ear.

We finally got Finn to take up position on the mattress on the floor and somehow, all fell into place - except for one tiny wee mosquito (the only one on the island) buzzing around his head, which he assumed was carrying malaria and as he was pushing his mattress accross the room to avoid certain death, his sister thought he was trying to escape the room again and yelled at him to "GET THOSE SHOES OFF!". He got such a fright, he didn't know which was more scary - mozzy or Meg.

There was much nudity on the beach and it was fun to watch Finn running around trying to avoid bare boobs, change direction, find himself running towards a fully nude male striding confidently accross the sand, and swerve to get back safely to us, in our well covered bodies. Obvioulsy we had to protect ourselves from sunburn, but truly, the most embarrassing sight on the beach was us, trying to get in and out of our cozzy's, with towels wrapped strategically around private bits, squealing when the towel dropped a bit and some butt cheek was exposed. So very British.