I am on holiday, Day 7

Yes. It is 7am.  People still find it necessary to send me emails about work to my home email address, so they ping into my "iPhone" (which is a miniature internet) and wake me up. Also sometimes they call me and also wake my husband up. I then find out that Marrakech is on 'special King time', so we are in fact an hour behind London rather than an hour ahead. It makes no sense, a bit like cucumber.

I have no picture of my breakfast yesterday because I forgot to take it, but it was a small, slightly runny omelette and a bun. Both were very pleasant. The entire day was spent lying around the preposterously lovely pool pretending to read and doing ironic high fives at the sight of various family members and friends and enormous bottles of rosywine.

Now I have the Waterpoos. I do not know where from, but my tummy doesn't hurt so I think it will be over soon.  I have done my counselling for this morning (see phone calls, above) and today I will go on the day out of love for my future sister-in-law, which involves brunch at Yves Saint Laurent's garden and other similarly charming activities.   Later, there may be dancing.