Get thee behind me Sat Nav.

Never trust those fucking things.
This is us with our very wide car driving down a pedestrianised walkway all the way to the main square (also pedestrianised) at Sóller. For 500 metres. Yes. Though it felt like 500 miles (no singing please) as people moved out of the way shaking their heads and tutting in many different European languages. I don't think having a white convertible Merc helped. I think it made people hate us more. LeeAnne remained very calm and I pretended to find it amusing. But my buttocks were clenched like they were trying to hold onto a slippery eel at a slippery eel holding contest. For buttocks. Sorry, fuck, it's been a long day. I need a lie down.