Well this is the last night and up until just now I've been really pleased with myself.
We were just at this restaurant - overlooking the sea, Sun setting behind the mountains - I ordered a lemonade for me and a beer for Mrs Hendrix.
When the drinks were brought to the table they assumed the beer was mine and placed a cold half litre of local lager right under my nose!
I'm afraid I threw my toys out of my pram and sulked saying how I was no longer hungry and didn't want to eat.
I don't thought I would be ok and desperately wanted a special meal to round off the holiday but I ruined it. We're now back in our room, she's reading on the balcony and I'm on here.
I know all the reasons why I can't have one but still feel really cheated tonight.
I'm pissed off hungry and now I'm in the dog house......