Plats preperats

Xavi started off gently and then built up my energy. I was volleying at the net by the end of the half hour. I'm suffering now a bit. I have to just keep moving until I'm 90 and drop dead. There's no time for seizing up.

I think the driving on Friday had set off the old war wound a bit and those bits of metal in my back are talking to me. Never mind. I had a shufty round the house with Roxanne. You will see her blipped as she is a) very photogenic I think and b) going to help me get this house to rights.

The day whizzed by, with a bit of translating of menus and shopping and boys and football stickers, washing etc etc. Tomorrow's dinner is cooked. This chap is moving small boxes of ? back to his ready made food shop. None of that pre packaged rubbish here. If you buy ready made meals, they are of the home made type and sold by the kilo. I didn't succumb, but I wish I had as I still haven't eaten yet and it's too late.

Other news is that I called in on the Botanic gardens and after all the effort of getting shots of Wild Mallorquin flowers, they haven't got the funding for the photographic competition this year. I will have to save them until next year. I'm thinking of holding my own competition. Are you prepared?