Fountain Of Youth?

There were plenty of them in Sotogrande this evening. Jaq and I went to the Hairy Lemon for some tapas and the place was full of them. The group playing pool yelled and shrieked at each shot so that the others could not hear the commentary from the football game on the TVs, which was being drowned out by the loud, thumping music anyway.

We thought we might be getting a bit old for this place on a Friday night! The tapas were wonderful when they arrived, nearly an hour after we had ordered them, so we vowed only to frequent the place midweek.

At least I won't find any pupils from school here, I said to Jaq. We are a safe distance from their normal stomping grounds of Puerto Banus and Marbella.

Not five minutes later, one of my GCSE pupils saunters in with a friend.

Time to go the safety and shelter of the Häagen-Dazs ice cream parlour.

Hope your weekend is a goodie.