Painting, painting, painting

We were back in England for Christmas, catching up with family and friends (and a trip to the hairdresser, thank you Wendy).

True to form with our travel arrangement we managed to miss our flight back on New Years Eve, so instead of cava and grapes outside the town hall we spent the night in a hotel at Gatwick airport watching fireworks in the distance from the 7th floor!

We discovered that we could park free at Malaga airport, so we left the car in the car park that was, unsurprisingly at Christmas, completely ‘chocker’ with cars, it had taken a 47 point turn to park the car and we had spent the last 10 days trying not to think about what it would be like trying to get the car out!

Fortunately most of the neighbouring cars had moved, making it relatively easy – and we drove home in 21 degrees of sunshine!