That's not how you spell "delirious".

Anyway, after I found them in the IKEA car park we waited ages for Ian to show up, eventually giving him up as a lost cause.
We headed out to El Rancho Fish, air conditioning up high to make them feel at home, but all they did was complain about the heat. Once there they only wanted to take off all their clothes and splash around in the pool, then the jet-lag must have set in 'cause they tried to drag me into the bedroom. I don't know how they expected to sleep with the three up us crammed into one king sized bed, so I got on with a little bit of ironing I had to do while they had a nap.
Fair dinkum, talk about ungrateful guests. I'd had enough so I took them back to the airport and put them on the first flight back to Sweden. They didn't seem to mind that much and were talking about heading to Portugal. Apparently it's pretty hot down there too. I only hope they don't disturb Snapsie's peace and quiet.
In retrospect, I hope I haven't offended them.
I don't think I did anything wrong but you never can tell with the Swedes.
