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With some people it's clowns, me it's wooden puppets, they freak me out for some reason, possibly going back to the Hammer House of Horror classic Charlie Boy which made me bob my pants at a tender age (ok, he wasn't a puppet but he was made of wood).

Otherwise a cracking day; worked a bit, went to the beach, flirted with some underwater rocks, ate tortilla and chorizo at a friend's grandparents' farm, didn't understand a word of the gallego they shouted at me but much joviality, wandered round the medieval market and ran quickly past aforementioned devil dolls.