The moon's a balloon

Eggy bread, the Sunday must have. Forget the papers. And I got tea in bed, a la little Agu!

We did the usual square thing and after a few bits of clearing up, went to Palma. I tried to get into Es Baluard, but I'd run out of dosh (and it's free next Tuesday ....) so we shared fish and pie and gravy and chips nearby, scooted about the City streets and ended up in the park near the torrent as the sun went down. Agu bounced on the trampolines, we ate churros, watched the skaters and bike tricksters. Finally a man came out to earn a bit of cash with his washing up liquid and bit of string on two sticks and made us giant bubbles. The half moon was out and the lights of the childrens' amusement rides lit them up and in turn they lit up the childrens' faces, and mine of course.