Well I’m now down to deal with two disciplinary hearing and a member of staff has been to see me this morning about some time off as his marriage has broken down. The poor chap could hardly speak, he was so upset. Whatever made me think I’d enjoy HR?

Right I’ll carry on talking about last week, that at least will cheer me up.

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After we dropped the suitcase off, we got changed and walked up to Scally’s where Himself managed to con her into making him a cup of tea. Tea belly my husband and the Spanish are more into coffee, he'd perfected the 'poor me' I've not had a cup of tea in ages by the end of the week and she fell for it every time. It was then decided that we’d go to a Tapas bar for lunch and on to the beach for the remainder of the afternoon.

It was quite late and most places had stopped cooking, but the bar we went to had friendly staff and they agreed to serve us (someone else scared of Scally?) – there wasn’t any other customers there at any rate. So we sat down and relaxed, the lady brought us a jug of sangria and we just enjoyed the afternoon sunshine.

Everything was peaceful & serene – you know, it's about the time you start saying to each other ‘this is the life’ - when all hell broke loose and Scally jumped up shouting about potatoes (each to his/her own I suppose). She started taking to Child madly in Spanish and informed us she’d be back in a sec.

You’ve never seen anything like it – she was like a greyhound out of a trap – who’d have thought she could have moved that fast. Remember I mentioned that Scally had a bad memory? Well - this is pay back for all the mickey taking about me getting into the sea - she’d only put a saucepan of potatoes on to boil before we’d come out and then forgotten about it.

Apparently the acid burning smell was evident even as she climbed the stairs and that saucepan will never be the same again. The potatoes weren’t so much cooked as cremated.

And her poor child was quite distort, being abandoned by his mother like that – it took nearly half an hour of hiding behind cars and pretending to shoot each other as we walked back to the beach later on before he got over the shock. I’d like to say that me playing childish games was just a reaction to too much sun and sangria but I’ll be honest – Child and I played ‘guns’ several times during the holiday. Himself and Scally didn’t join in, no sense of fun either of them.

Mind you it was probably cruel of me to hide in the underpass the next day and jump out and shoot him just as he was running to catch up with us – but he told us he knew I was going to do that, so I’m not feeling that guilty about him jumping up in the air like he did.

The week passed really quickly and I can confirm that it’s now official that Scally is the loudest out of the pair of us. She told me that in real life she was more reserved and quieter than online. Bollocks! Utter rubbish. Her friend could make out our laughter even on a populated beach. Just because she’s Scottish doesn’t mean she was wrong in her assessment, no matter what Scally says.


One evening after dinner we had a wander around the hotel, there was lots of different types of tiles on the walls – which is very traditional in Spain.

Very Pretty.

Now look a bit closer – just what sort of hotel had Ms Wag booked us into? Yes, only she could manage to find a hotel with a spanking scene depicted on the walls.



Right that’s it for today, I think I’ve given you all a good impression of what Ms Wag is really like – draw your own conclusions :-)

Tomorrow - the great spoon theft and Barcelona.