Smoke and mirrors
A reasonably civilised departure time from the house (though Mr B had to get up early to work) made for a fairly relaxed journey. Mr B insisting on a warmed quiche threw a spanner in my coping mechanism for airport survival - but all was well in the end.
Mr B foraged for a car, then off to the Costa Tropical where the usual warm welcome awaited on the terrace. Cool beverages, lunch, lounging and a very photogenic dinner prep.