Singin' In The Sun

This afternoon J and I, and her brother Michael and her hermana politica Carol who are visiting for a few days, all went down to son Lloyd's new house.

It was the grand opening of the refurbished swimming pool.

The last time I saw it, it had a couple of feet of dirty water and a mountain of palm leaves in it.

But now, and several thousand euros later, it is beautifully clean and fresh and just the job for a post bbq dip in the sweltering heat.

The memsahib was doing her Gene Kelly impression for some reason I have not been able to fathom.