So the ladies arrived this morning – Raquel and her sister – to do a mid-holiday clean for us. Roger had emailed the time over, but it had gone into my Spam Folder for no discernable reason, so we were caught on the hop a bit trying to get the kids up and dressed so we could vacate for a few hours.
They moaned horribly about having to get up early even though we had got them to bed earlier last night in preparation!
We drove down to have breakfast at Puerto De La Duquesa and sat and looked at the boats while eating bacon, scramblers, toast and chocolate milkshakes (not me and Sarah obviously, we had fresh orange juice!)
Then we went to the local Supersol supermarket in Sabanillas – which still had great fish, meat and veg counters – for a top up of various essentials.
A leisurely afternoon at the local pool, reading, floating, snoozing before the aerobic workout of the walk back up the village! I’m not kidding, some of the gradients must be 1:1 if not, they are 1:2 at least! Get’s the old heart racing I can tell you.
I cooked a HUGE lasagne for dinner and then Sarah and I went to sit outside in the square, by the bar under “La Bodeguita de en medio” where, if you sit long enough, you see all of Casares life pass by. A very flash red car pulled up and disgorged four little girls, all done up to the nines, with Big Mac Happy Meal bags, so they had obviously been to a birthday party in Marbella or Puerto Banus, where the nearest MacDonald’s is located. They ran to their mums, who were also very glamorous, and who could only be the local hairdressers / beauticians – you can always tell!
The “normal white wine” was a bit more gut-wrenching that the other night, so we only lasted a glass before going home to read in bed.
We have a problem now though……we always planned for the girls to come home after two weeks, and the boys to stay three weeks with us, but Spud is homesick and misses his dad. Technically, he’s old enough to travel with the girls and we can possibly change his ticket, but Nelson isn’t. So either Nelson stays on his own, which he’s really not keen on, we make Spud stay and run the risk he’s absolutely miserable, or someone flies home with the boys/girls and either cuts their holiday a week short, or flies right back on the same day at a total extra cost of £300-500.
Hmmm, it’s a tricky one.