Just got back from our three course dinner totally pobbed. I could get used to this four star lifestyle. Now I hand you over to the master of the witty ditty - your dad.
Brekky in the hotel is very relaxed. You can sit where you like and wear shorts if so desired so I did.  We met up as a group at 9-30 and had a conducted walking tour of Sorrento; the only problem with that is you can only proceed at the speed of the slowest.  And we had an octogenarian bent double walking with a stick.  So progress was very slow for us fit young stallions!
A very savvy restaurant owner allows our guide to finish the walk on the terrace of his restaurant and, while she told us all about various trips she can organise he kindly provided us all with a cool glass of prosecco and orange and, then surreptitiously deposits a menu on each table.  His reward was that at least half of us stayed for lunch! We had met a couple who speak in the same sophisticated accent as wot we do. They are from Kippax and, small world that it is, their daughter in law works on intensive care at BRI; we didn't catch her name but it seems likely Ali will know her!
So, we "just" had a pizza in view of our forthcoming 3 course evening meal. But these people who have been all over the world had massive meals.  He had this sea food platter and on his plate was sat this whole, though smallish, fish. It's mouth was open and it had very sharp teeth and an evil glint in its eye; I honestly wasn't sure which of them would eat the other! And she had the biggest prawns I've ever seen; seriously these were not even giant prawns, they were more like prawnasaurus Rex !
Then the waiter asked if we had had any limoncello yet. We said no and he recommended we try it.  Then, after we paid the bill he brought us all a complimentary glass of it.  So this was mum's second alcoholic drink of the day!
So, after a lazy afternoon we dressed for dinner and sat at our own table, as required.  I had risotto in champagne and turbot (another first) and then limoncello cake! Most things seem to have alcohol in them (including me now!). Got in the lift with a guy who asked which floor we wanted, in English. I replied in Italian (being fluent in the word Quattro) and when he got out he wished us goodnight in French! So where was he from and where did he think we are from. We may never know Mon ami!