Olé

Spoke briefly to a shattered Mum this morning, who had finally arrived home after a massive delay at O'Hare.

I spent the day working on ways to brand a new piece of medical equipment. Felt a bit like I'd been sent to my room, as I am now in holiday mode.

In the evening out into hammering rain. Caught a bus full of singing people from Kent. The off to Olé Olé a Spanish restaurant in the old lanes where we met Betty and John, and hoovered up some excellent tapas, and enjoyed some stampy Spanish music and dancing, and generally had a laugh.

We'd not seen Beth for what seemed like ages, and it was great to see her. Eventually as we couldn't hear each other talking very much, due to the Iberian prancing which seemed to be very popular with the ladies there. We made off to the Bath Arms for a cheeky drink before cabbing home, and chatting more. A cheery night listening to some tunes, John playing us some music by The Cinematic Orchestra which was rather good too.

Below Flamenco in the restaurant; Betty and John.




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