Pink drink

Mrs P is impatient for her dinner, so I'll be brief.

The boys returned this morning and leapt about as usual as I tried to make some order in the house. This inevitably involved a lot of cleaning and washing. We had a walk down to the square, Mrs P leading, but we lost her for an hour (!) and all got soaked in a downpour, Mrs P from the unexpected release from a tarpaulin in the market. Recovering with coffee, we caught up a little with Lidia and then returned for more messing about.

The boys went to have some energy removed and Mrs P and I had a drive down to the Port. We overheard a rather loud "I´ll have a Campari and soda" from a yachty type (gin palace type I mean), so we bought a bottle and drove back down Cami de Sa Figura. What a stunning area it is, and we watched the sun set from there amid the carob and olive trees.

The hill sprint car races are on this weekend, so people were camped out by the side of the Fornalutx road. They'll be damp now, poor things. As we finished our Campari on the terrace, a brief thunderstorm passed over.

Chicken calling......