Back home

We spent last night at the chalet for drinks after evening meal. As it was dav's birthday I got the chalet to do something at the meal. They brought out a cheese cake with a lit candle in it and a death shot and we all sung happy birthday and chanted "do the shot".

I was gutted when I woke up this morning knowing that I've got to go back home today, especially when you wake to an amazing view our of you window, (pic)

We got our bar bill this morning from the honesty bar ?267. It's not as bad as we expected and could have been a lot worse especially as we did go out virtually every night so I dread to look at what I've spent this holiday. Then again this is why I work and save my money for great holidays like this, amazing.

Before we left the chalet dog decided to try and hump my leg which all the lads found funny. This happened half way through a game of table tennis doubles, I think the dog was sad to see me go to be honest.

Back home now in England, depressed.