July and August - Spanish retreat

We are going on holiday - I can see the plane from here.!

It started with a man trying to pull a Boeing 737/800 into the terminal so we could all fly to spain.

It all went to Rat shit (literally) as we found we have lodgers.

It's real rat poo!!!! and it was under the sink and everywhere. Lucky we did not have any chocolate chips to confuse ourselves.

Never mind we soon got into the spirit (and beer, wine etc) as Richard, Liesl and Hetty (the furry one with the big ears) came over for a few cheeky ones. We managed to slag everyone off from the old place, found the meaning of life and the answer to the hardest question in the world "why is there only one monopolies comission".

We were steaming by the end of the night, I even had a little hangover moment in the morning when I managed to take Bens acne tablets instead of my blood pressure ones.

I even think the dog was pissed.

After a couple of days we went up to Javea to see Dorothy and Jim, he has had an erection in his garden since the last time we visited.

I commented on the size of his erection and how well he managed to get it to span from his office door to the pool - most impressive.

Here is Jims erection from another angle, again I was most impressed by the span and width of his erection.

We went to lunch at Scallops in Javea and managed to come back with 7 bottles of wine, 3 litres of beer and 8 bottles of shandy. It saved us going to the supermarket for a day.!

We celebrated Wins birthday at the chinese restaurant on the 4th August, the place was called Caveta Fumar, even with my bad Spanish I know that it translates to the smoking cove - which is apt as we took the dragon!!!!!.

We played pool in Olivers (what a dump) on the way back from the chinese as I fancied a beer.

Ben was about to turn into the Anti-Christ hence the eyes. (He was loosing)

We decided to meet up with Steve, Judith and the kids (Lauren and Jamie) at La Manga (that was a drive - just like being back at work!!). We eventually found them and the first we did was to find a restaurant for food and refreshment (burgers and beer really).

The kids.

The big kids.

Steve can certainly fill a viewfinder.

We went to the beach after lunch and slipped, slapped and slopped - Steve used a bucket of factor 15 - Sorry Steve but it's got to be blogged (nothing personal).

If you look very carefully you can just make out the sea behind Steve. (sorry mate!!).

The day after we went down to Torrevieja to see Dunk and Kell and Abb. (nuff said).

Thursday was our last real day - I'm so disappointed that we (Ben and I) could not take part in the "para-penting" (that's throwing yourself off a cliff strapped to a Spaniard with a kite). I'm really looking forward to keeping my big drunken mouth shut next time we visit Rich and Liesl so he does not volunteer me again.

We had a nice supper in Dunbars then went up to the local Spanish bar "La Paripe" or something like that - I even managed to help Liesl out with the drinks order as we had forgotten the Spanish for Tonic - I reminded her it was "Tonica" - then Beer became "Beera", Wine became "Wine-aa" - Coke became "Coke-aaaaaah" Richard and Ben were late as the walk from Dunbars turned into a trip back to the apartment looking for us who had gone up in the car.

Then it was time to pack up and come home - we managed to take some pics of the Pyrenees (funny that as we were flying over Madrid at the time).

So thats that then - the Villa has been sold (Rats have left). It's off to Jersey in October and Egypt in March.

One last look at the Villa.