The bay of Santa Ponca
Santa Ponca, Mallorca

I’m back from sunny Spain where I had one of my best ever holidays.

Didn’t see a cloud in the bright blue sky the whole week I was there, ate some amazing Spanish food, and went on water slides where I squealed like an 11 year old girl (actually I went there with an 11 year old girl, and she didn’t squeal as much as me).

Mallorcan food

The holiday was my Mum and Dad’s idea, it was their 40th wedding anniversary and they wanted to go away instead of having a party. We went to an island called Mallorca, which is pretty much like a miniature England but with sun and fewer foreigners.

Brief highlights include; pushing my nieces and nephew in the pool about 30 times per day (because they pointed at every woman, man, and inanimate object saying “Is that your girlfriend?“), Mum dinking more booze in a week than I had in the whole of July (FACT), Sister baking herself at Gas Mark scorchio for 7 straight days then being thrown in the pool by the holiday reps, Brother-in-law turning out to be Yorkshire’s answer to Elvis Presley, using advanced psychology (”Ah go on, be a dare“) to get Sharon to go on the biggest, fastest water slide in the whole of Aqualand, and burning my shoulders so badly that I made a Pharmacist swear.

At Aqualand
At Aqualand, a water park. Big brother up front, me at the back.

Anyone who is shocked by graphic images of shoulder blades that look like minced Chicken / Cheese on toast should not click the button below.

My back
My shoulders

They’re much better now, thanks.

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