Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop

The day was almost ruined  before it got started, I got pooped on by a low flying sparrow at breakfast...

We spent the morning in Palma, placating Little miss bossy by letting her walk past shops.  Then onto Soller for lunch before taking the coastal road back, only to discover the locals were resurfacing the road whilst allowing it to stay open - the Germans could seriously learn a thing or two.