Hallelujah!

A teriffic day for Laura's birthday. We piled onto the train to Palma, whooped through the tunnels, scared the locals of the city on our way to the park, played football, picnicked, got very wet in these fountains, dried in the ridiculous sun, played in the enormous castle (well the adults had coffee) had a complicated gymkhana expertly organised by Laura, played three or so games of dodgeball (I will ache tomorrow) and then terrorised more fine citizens on the way back. We seemed to take over the comfortable carriage rather. Most Soller residents didn't seem to mind at all.

I am done in, but have had to make fried rice for tea.

I have had the most wonderful weekend. Hallelujah!