My last week at work! The girls are still away in the land of rock climbing and canoeing, supposedly bivouacing tonight which no doubt means they'll return scarred from head to toe in mosquito bites. After rejoicing in their absence for the first week, I'm now starting to miss them (though Angus - a.k.a. hopalong -read on) reckons that'll wear off by about 2pm Saturday (we collect them at 1).
Long John Barclay and I were out at Ceni last weekend: saturday was a little "varied". The day started with me being breathalysed outside Sotillo -I guess I was one of the few people who's just got out of bed at 8.55 on a Saturday morning, while the rest of the world is weaving home from a long night out. I shook like a leaf remembering the previous night's gin and wine, but was pronounced "cero cero" and fit to drive (which shows he's never seen me attempt to park in the centre of madrid). We then had a very plesant 3 hour hike in the hills to the Majalobos river, unfortunately culminating in Mr B spraining his ankle. We carried on with the day, cooling off at a nearby pool and going on to lunch at a restaurant run by one or our teachers' parents - to eat a fab 3 courser for 15€ & be treated like royalty, but by evening the ankle was definitely swollen so first thing Sunday morning we were off to Cadalso medical centre and since then... well we all know what men are like as (im)patients.
On the holiday prep front, we now have insurance (hooray!), new cagoules (super sexy -not!), a not very appetising destination temperature of between 10 & 18ºC and a day kayaking trip booked which promises sightings of eagles, bears, seals and whales and guarantees that I won't be able to even lift a beer the following day.
That's it for now.
