What a Year

A new day and a new book but before that we birrled down to Eroski for supplies and called in at Palmer to buy a tendedero.
We came back and sat out reading in the sun, then the part sun, then no-sun, and then the rain came down. Already the place has pretty much emptied out: the four English peeps in one apartment leave today, thank gawd as their yap when they came to lie by the pool was inane. It’s not so bad if it’s foreigners as you can overhear them but you can’t (well I can’t) understand their drivel. There’s always one with a piercing whiny voice.
Anyway, adios amigos, and for the first time ever whilst here we didn’t go out for a meal. We cooried in and watched some downloads on the SK’s iPad. The Resort (good), Inside Man (nonsense) and John Wilson (hahahaha superb).