Everyday is like Wednesday

The bullring in Antequera

I have had a headache for 36 hours. This is attributable to a mixture of vino tinto and the constant stream of consciousness I have had to listen to. Today, the very nice satnav lady was providing directions to the hilltop town of Antequera but the Da overruled her and had we not stopped to consult the more traditional navigation aid, a map, he would have taken us to Almeria. He is convinced that the satnav woman is, I quote, " a clueless bitch" but that might just be the McKnight misogyny.

We eventually made it to Antequera where we dined at the bullring- a very pleasant repast. Our return journey was interrupted by a detour to Malaga where, after parking the wagon, he decided that he didn't want to dander round the town wearing only his singlet while the brotherhood of Malaga processed along the alameda in reverence to the baby Jesus whom they were carrying. I presumed this was because he felt a bit underdressed only to be informed that he "needed a jimmy" and was only able to go, back at the hotel. I'm glad it wasn't a number two!