Back to life, back to reality

And we're back. Landed last night, and wimp that I am, I went straight to bed (8pm). I can't be bothered to put myself through the pain that is "trying to get back on to Central Time" by keeping myself up half the night. Besides, the only things demanding my attention were bulging suitcases and a pile of mail. I think not!

To answer the question "Why Ibiza?" - actually, not a lot of thought went into it. My kids decided they wanted to go on holiday with their cousins, so I rang my sister and muscled our way into their holiday, which was already booked. Time constraints being what they are when you visit friends and family in the old country, we only went for a week compared to their two. I must have become a bit American there - I can't really stand doing the beach/pool/dinner routine for too long.

As I mentioned, we stayed in Portinaxt (I believe that final "t" is silent). A very quiet place indeed. I think the teenagers were hoping for a bit of action, but all they got was the sight of two local dogs taking turns to hump each other. We did go into Ibiza town one day (very nice), the plan being to stay late and watch the transvestites (sorry if I sound non-PC but they do prance around to be watched). However, two of our group had slightly dodgy tummies that day, and after about 6 hours of walking around, we decided to head back.

Back in England for our last week, it did not disappoint - and rained every day! The last couple of days in Surrey, the wind also howled ferociously. Which brings me to my fave holiday photo -


Necessity is the mother of invention!