You pick the stone from your mouth and flick it in to the long grasses.
“Good riddance,” you say.
Chewing the remains of the olive, you are pleased with its flavour. Alex admires you for a moment before returning to Not On The Label.
You are impressed by the toughness of your own good mood.
I’m feeling happy you say to yourself; you squint in to the distance where a pink frisbee is hanging against the sky: an alien landing, a meteor, a military weapon.
Your patch of shade has shrunk. Sunlight is now on Alex’s calves. You have three choices:

  1. Stay still and continue to revel in the moment of your good mood.
  2. Ask Alex if we can move the rug further in to the shade.
  3. Apply sun cream.