Water Sports

More fabulous weather. 
Finished a book! So, quite like Mallorca then. And started another - Feral by George Monbiot, which young H had bought me for Christmas. Now I can see the source of the nonsense that he fills his head with. That’s unkind. It’s way better than most of the shitty alternative world views that flood the airwaves.
And tomorrow, water sports can recommence - but only for local residents apparently. Obviously, I’ve already checked and found that the Commodore lives twelve miles away. Not local. Stay away. And we can go and visit other lucky couples in their gairdens too! Or invite them here, if we have to, obvs. 
And I’ve already booked a slot at the local dump - 10:30am Wednesday. Get those beer gardens open now!

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