One unhappy Bunny does not an Easter make.
Well Easter has now been and gone and the only thing we can say here at sunny Casa Euesden is Thank the Good Lord for that.Everything was going in our favour – the sun was shining – the skies were blue – tourists were flocking to the beach – bar and restaurant owners were clapping their hands in glee – all was well here in Southern Spain.Mr E. and myself enjoyed a long leisurely lunch down at the Beach House with Sir Nigel Goldman – a very colourful larger than life personality that one could ever wish to meet.Sir Nigel is without doubt one of the best dinner guests you could ever invite around the supper table.He is witty,intelligent,well read and his stories are the most fanciful around – true or false they are so entertaining it would be churlish to quibble about such incidentals as truthfulness.He is adorable.After this most enjoyable start to our HOLIDAY period we decided later on that evening to take our little Harley along the port to indulge in some people watching and partaking in a coffee or two.Herein lies the problem – Mrs E. once again forgets her age and hops – yes that is right dear reader hops with youthful agility off the metal horse and ping – no not her Marks and Spencers finest – ping goes her back.Fellow suffers you have my sympathy – it is unbearable – sitting – standing – lying – whatever position you can think of – my poor back screams in protest.So poor Mr E. has been a wonderful delightful Florence Nightingale and me I have been a grumpy nasty knickers – okay more so than usual.Hence tonights little blog is dedicated to the long suffering Mr E. – Thank you – I love – and I am so sorry – only a few more days to go now.My twenty year old replacement is on her way and she I am told she is as strong as a horse.Me I am going to that place where they shoot the old nags – at least then my back will no longer trouble ANY of us.
Goodnight from THE EUESDENS – xxx