So we head to the beach, Lila, Joey and me, with our buckets and spades and moulds and… and shit. And we dig. And we build, and we create, and we throw sand around and watch water drain away, and its all great fun. And then everyone says to me: oh, that’s so nice you play with the kids and take them to the beach. Yeah, right.

Because the fact of the matter is that IIIIIIIII want to play on the beach and build sandcastles. But I’m not allowed. Unless… unless I have some justification for being there. You’re just not allowed to build your own sandcastles when you’re 69. You need kids with you. For two reasons. Firstly, it validates the exercise. You’re doing it for ‘them’. Whereas in fact I want to do it and need them for a socially acceptable context. Secondly, I build big. So I need labour. Cheap labour. And grandkids are nothing if not that. Although I may have to reconsider ‘cheap’ in the wider scheme of things. I even borrowed my mate Freddie’s grandson as well, for extra ‘muscle’.

That was yesterday afternoon. In the morning I built the first part of a Lego Ferrari. Ok, it’s nominally Joey’s, one of his birthday presents from one of his friends, but the reality is, it’s mine. I get to build it. And I fucking love Lego, especially the really intricate things like cars. And again; no-one’s going to buy ME Lego for my birthday, so I have to hi-jack Joey’s and with Lila as my ever-eager assistant and ‘find-the-right-pieces’ operative, the construction began.

This place is fabulous. Most wonderful resort. Ok, it is pretty much ‘in the middle of nowhere’, but aren’t all the best places? Hence, 2 buses and about 80 minutes to get to Cadiz. But its a beautiful resort on a massive and extremely long fantastic white sand beach. It’s a very big resort, so there’s tons for the kids to do, just in running round the grounds. So I shall both thank MMM (me mate, Mark) and also put him out of his misery, as I love it here. (He’s been most concerned). We all love it here. Though I shall tell him ‘it’s awful’, because he recommended it and (even though he’s unaware) offers a full money-back satisfaction guarantee.

And tonight we get to watch the Champions League Final. Right here, in (ish) Cadiz. Probably with Spanish commentary, so how do you spell ‘goal’ in Spanish? More importantly, how do you spell ‘PSG’ in French??? So I know how to write it on my banner.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx