A normal day in May

The valente donas are looking a bit too happy, bearing in mind the situation behind them. Certain hanging items and so on. The moors look a bit worried, but then they know what's coming.

After a day of exams at work, the call and messages had come but gone unnoticed as my phone was on silent. So by the time I left it was marked URGENT. I had no choice but to save the day with the front page shot. We'll see if they go with it, (not this one). I had to race to the Port, get some shots, borrow a computer (thanks you know who you are, though some don't yet!) and email them off all in an hour. One minute to spare. Fun though.

Meanwhile Tommy, Victor and co had done a sterling (Edinburgh actually) job with the boys, so I rescued those in need of a rest, ferried some other starving locals down the road for their frito and got home just in time for a tussle with hungry tired boys. There was nothing for it but to kick them out of the house again, my garb finally on and hit the plaza for rousing gunfire and La Balanguera, our favourite anthem.

There was another mini tantrum relating to the new espardegnes (espadrilles) and levels of hunger and tiredness, but the brilliant plan by Ben - let's hit the 'Spider' at the funfare worked a treat and Little Agu was off again. Funny, beacuase the Balanguera talks of a spider weaving her mystic web over us all (time, custom, that sort of thing) and it seems she did in a very 21st Century way within a 17th Century backdrop.

Things never change do they?