Friday 8th December

Katie arrived in the middle of the night, so I had to set my alarm to the un-godly hour of 1.30 am to let her in, seeing as she kindly let me off the hook about going to pick her up from the airport. (A continuation of the log and unhappy tale of the Toureg, and now the Focus being reduced to the spare tyre due to a flat, and today being a bank holiday (the second one this week...only in Spain do they close the shops in the shopping frenzy of the run up to Christmas.) and no blimmin' garage open to get a new tyre, and the Stinky Punto not coming back from its ITV *spanish equivalent to the MOT.)
Anyway, KT arrived, a bit late as the taxi driver had decided to use his initiative and take her to the wrong place first, and was very thankful for a cup of hot chocolate and a nice comfy bed in which to sink her weary head. (Poor love had done a full working week, and then hopped on a plane, having to change at Madrid, before arriving here....)