La Hoya/Herradura

Well it's been a lovely time. 8 days of sunshine and 24+C, it's been glorious. On our visit this time we had.
Mother chair jiving
Karaoke in the style of Opera
Albondigas coming out of our ears.
A Gigantic puppy
Hubby on fire.
Lunch in the Chapel
Gossip of a drunken fight
Combat Bingo.
So you can see we had a bit of a full week.

Blueberry Blow up
What could happen on the way home? Really. Yes I was traveling with my partner, Diva Stropp to you. If you've read these missives you'll know that a simple journey is impossible.

Accident's this journey
Pouring a blueberry smoothie over his entire seating area, leg and socks.

My life is a tragicomedy!

Flying free.

Well here we are on the flight toAlmeria again - this time after my mothers birthday as well as, coincidentaly, Mothers Day. So far it's been variable. Hubby has a cold a bad back a blocked head and, probably more importantly, a tendency to martyrdom. At the moment he has a problem with being crushed between two huge sets of shoulders. Honestly he would really rather get every flight with a special seat for him at the front for access purpose and no-one sitting next to him. I would be seated a couple of places back so I could get what he desires!

Sometimes Love is not enough.

It's very frustrating when you have to deal with someone who insists the longest way is best. Not for any scenic value but instead because the journey is made more tortuous and difficult giving scope for extra drama and annoyance. For some people (God alone knows why) this is an attractive prospect as it gives options to rhetorically go why oh why oh why is everything so difficult. They also tend not to enjoy a reminder that "but you wanted to do it this way" which springs to the lips. Instead you get blamed for pointing out a simpler solution as you watch your life slip away. So I have decided to, instead, try to do something else. It's fun actually as you feel the annoyance that you're not waiting around looking bored and you're not giving any scope for complaint. I am waiting for a "help me" at this moment. Or maybe a "pay attention, couldn't you be doing something." I've just had a distracting conversation about nothing thrown at me. I smile and agree and go back to the writing undeterred. It's like I'm free and am not being dragged into the veltshmelt of conversation.

I win?