The day that felt like a weekend

Finally, finally, finally, I got to meet up with my lovely friends Simon and Sarah after two years, and Ben and Agu caught up with Sam, off immediately to charge around the square in the rain. We chatted for as long as we could, but I must get a visit to them in this summer. I love you guys so much xxx

Tommy did my roots and the boys went off to Palma for fun and medicals and burgers. In the early evening, F and I went to Son Vida, checked out the hotel there, nearly invited ourselves into a private party, but thought we'd better not... and then got to the photographer's exihibition we were supposed to be at in another building. Excellent stuff Martin, and thanks for taking such good care of us. We had lovely chats with new friends and a little wine, and then to Portixol, because we deserved it. Much fuss and attention and intruiging tasty tiny leaves to accompany a few delicacies and then the airport to collect AKHF. Hurray. Late? Not quite enough. The Port, Lydia's bar and more chatting until it really was time to go home. Didn't say time for bed though did I? Time for more chat until the early hours. Sisters have much to talk about......