This story was scribed while in Gran Canaria, while people-watching, in a local restaurant.

Beside us at the next table, a lovely American couple ordered a bottle of expensive wine. (You can read about this in the final few paragraphs.)

The chap looked to me as if he was an ‘academic’.

He and his lady companion, both in their fifties, were ‘too friendly and polite to each other’ to be married, was my take.

I was intrigued.

Read on....