There might be angels

Or maybe pigeons in flight flitting about in Palma today. Whatever, it was another day of three halves.

The unemployment situation is so bad that you can't even get an interview at the dole office. You have to ring for an initial chat to see if you are entitled to anything.

Mr Osteopath Knut delved further.

We baked at the pool and returned just short of dehydrated and exhausted.

The angel would be the middle part of the day and then the boys getting themselves ready for bed.

Others in flight for Italy soon. I'm looking forward to some canals...