I’m up with the lark doing stacks of washing.Once awake I have to get up and ‘get doing’.Laying in is no longer a pleasure – especially on Sundays.
Well, we all had a lovely time. The villa was stunning ,set in a valley , so the views were amazing. I think I spent 99% of my time with my arse wedged in a huge rubber ring , bobbing about in the pool. I think its an age thing , but I can’t sit /read/ snooze in the sun anymore – I have to have my extremities in water !.By the end of the week i had perfected the art of lauching myself, from a standing position , holding the ring on my backside, backwards into the pool. By day 4 , the pool had lost one third of its water !
There is too much to write about, so these are my brainstorming memories…….sardines (the game and the starter ). Sarah winning ‘living cluedo’ twice- i think the best murder was Fiona in the shower with Michael’s pants ( don’t ask ). The pool relay. Georgina organising the Mexican wave( lick , swallow , suck ) with tequila shots , in beautiful Pollensa. Florence being called ‘sweetie sweetie’ by the waiter. The tapas – esp the edible shark ( always better than an inedible shark ).Watching les enfants dive through a pile of inflatable rings . Jacob swimming 2 lengths underwater.quoting ”first to…..” Richard and John playing tennis in 100degree heat and Sarah supporting her husband ( I was wedged in my ring at time ,and someone had to keep an eye on everyone in the pool ). the beautiful house , garden , terraces. Travel scrabble.John boasting he’d never been beaten at draughts – I did , twice ! Being called over the tannoy at Majorca airport – we were the last ones on the plane. Swimming in the sea in beautiful Cala Clara and being bitten by something ( not John ). The ‘Can Martorell challenge- tennis/table tennis/ draughts/dominoes /contract whist- funny that John organised it, all things he’s good at. Midnight swims. Jumpy and Kacky.Vitiligo. DJ Nat by the pool. Singing. A fly invasion. BBQing in the dark. Paella.The Michael Jackson song we all sang , which has gone completely out of my mind ( so please someone quickly put me out of my misery ). San Miguels.Me being the only one to fall in the pool , complete with shoes, sunglasses and sarong.
Once again , a huge thanks to Sarah, Richard, Michael, Georganina and Natalini for taking us away with them , and also to Fifi for being a lovely kind fellow holiday friend. Throughout the whole week Rosie was in my head , she should have been there, but as we all know , life can be very cruel . Thank God for friends, and whenever I raise my glass . it is always to ‘Good Health’- because everything else can ‘be sorted’.