Sa figuera

We had a lot of fun last night in Zorba the Greek's, which was deserted, so we smashed a few plates anyway, and then had a look at bar Cuba before things really got going there. It's a good job Fiona whisked us home before it was too late. I woke at 8.30 and then took my tea back to bed. What luxury!

After coffee and papers in the square, Fiona and I had a walk down to the Port the scenic route. We passed one restaurant's outside kitchen. I had been thinking about lamb and food and food and food.... No! The suckling pig smelled divine and we drooled over the fence as they hoisted the poor skewered thing off the fire and onto the serving dish. But the blue sky, olive and almond trees and the first butterflies beckoned, as did this view, and before we knew it we were having a break in the Port and some tomato bread. I was all for walking back, but it was more sensible to get the tram and reserve my energy for the inevitable Sunday evening things. I'd almost forgotton I had to work tomorrow, so a quick whizz and I'd made bread, quiche, meatballs, washed up, washed clothes, tidied and then when the boys descended, shoved them in bath, pyjamas and fed them up before they could say "But, mummy..." All are sleeping peacefully now and I'm about to do the same.