“I know,” said Maggie. “I can’t do anything. I can’t even think straight.”
“Should’ve stayed at home,” said Jonty.
“What? You’ve been moaning about rain and cold all winter,” said Margaret. “That’s why we came to Spain in the first place.”
“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t want it this hot. And you can’t get a decent curry here either. I’ve looked.”
“What do you want a curry for? We didn’t come to Spain for a curry. We came because you wanted some sun. Well, here’s the sun.
“Not sun like this,” said Jonty. “I meant sun like we get back home in Kent. Nice and warm sun. Not sun that fries your head in ten minutes.”
“All right,” said Margaret. “Let’s have a cold drink.”
“Nah. It’s too early for beer and the coke tastes funny here.”
“Of course it tastes different. It’ Spanish coke. There wouldn’t be any point in coming here if everything was the same as it is at home.”
“Yeah,” said Jonty. “Well, that’s my point.”