It's the middle part of the holiday. That part where I lose track of everything, the time, the day of the week and what I should be doing. It's that part where everyone is getting just a little too comfortable. The people in our favourite bars and restaurants start to ask for our names and how our day was. We start to let our guard down around each other, allowing ourselves to be grumpy at each other, embarrassing things happen. It's natural when you're on holiday with each other, it's a hurdle to pass. We're surviving it pretty well.

The guys just love their diving. They laugh their heads off at the other dive school that misspelled the word buoyancy so badly that is says bouncy on the sign outside outside the shop. They taunt the fish and they play jokes on each other.

Paco does keep reminding us that he thinks this kind of fun will all be over once we have children. My first reaction is to disagree with him, but he might be right. It's perfectly possible that in a few years from now, my life will totally revolve around junior. And I'm not sure I would mind.

On the other hand, why wouldn't we go to tenerife when we have a child? The story would be much the same. The guys go off diving in the morning, I'll be hanging around the hotel, the swimming pool or the internet café. We will take out a few days to make an excursion, to the zoo or a fun park or something to see. With or without children, this scenario looks much the same.

We went to the Tenerife zoo called Loro Park yesterday. Prettiest zoo I've seen for years. Dolphin and sea lions show, even orcas though I have mixed feelings about the latter. The zoo is not too big, the paths are pretty narrow, giving it a very intimate feel. The animals look good and the only animals that are kept in boring, square cages are the hundreds of parrots that gave the park its name. They call it the must of Tenerife, and I think it is. A day well-spent. With or without children.