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As in previous years, we spent most of February in Gran Canaria, to avoid the worst of the English winter. It wasn't a total success, mainly because the apartment above ours was being renovated. Among other things, they were replacing all their floor tiles. So we were subjected to a continual noise of drilling, banging and hammering all day long.
In the afternoons, Mary likes to laze on a sunbed in the apartment's small garden while I go swimming or hiking. But she felt nervous because the tall palm tree that dominates the garden had some very large coconuts that looked as though they were about to drop on the sunbed. So Gustavo the gardener was called in to remove them, using his impressive telescopic pruning saw.
The only reason for mentioning this is that it gives me an excuse to show a photo of the dishy Gustavo holding his nuts (so to speak).
For anyone who's interested, there are two more pages of photos here (no more of Gustavo, unfortunately, but there is one of Hans, the cute gay waiter at our favourite harbourside restaurant).