Old rope

Spent most of the day at the pool with our little waterbaby. She exhausted herself and wasn't much fun in the afternoon until she dropped off on a walk to Olhas. We took advantage and sat with a cold beer watching the world go by as she slept in the shade.

The highlight was watching the old fishermen going about their daily business. One chap was tanned and craggy-faced from a life spent by the sea with a flat cap and braces over a checked shirt. He spent the whole time we were sat there coiling up some old rope. A simple happy life.

We had dinner in Fratellis again. If it ain't broke and all that. But Squidge was past it and started really playing up. I honestly think the poor love is homesick. She keeps asking to go home and gets quite emotional saying she misses her bedroom and "fairy duvet". She hit us and was screaming which was pretty embarrassing and Angus ended up taking her outside for a stern talking to. She was fine after that. She seemed happy on the walk back as if the chat had diffused the tension. Funny little thing she is!