Last Stop

It's not really late; just after 8:00pm, but I was ready to call it quits. A full day of conference events, with the attendant requirement to fight off boredom, followed by a couple of drinks at the pool bar, then dinner. I must be feeling my age.

However, when K suggested a last stop at the snazzy Italian joint at our end of the resort, I let myself be tempted by a wee nippy sweetie. God alone knows what they get for a Glenfiddich in a place like this, but it will see me off to sleep quite nicely.