Something to smile about

Alister's 27th birthday is the thing we are smiling about. Dancin' as usual - that's what the Quins do. But what the hell is Alister wired up to? Whatever it is, I want some!





The wig :
























The faces:

The calcots - twice-planted spring onions cooked on charcoal and absolutely delicious, but very messy:

Cheers, Mel!

Cheers, Jo, from all of us. We missed you a lot. XXX









Meanwhile, back in old Mazarron, the motorway is coming on apace:

And the Murcian gods would appear to be angry:

Ahhrrggh!

(Last 3 pics copyright Burton!)

Effigies & Gladys

Shrove Tuesday (Mardi Gras) in Mazarron. Burn the effigy, cleanse the soul, on with the new. . .

After four months of trying, we are now legal as far as the traffic cops are concerned. We have all our paperwork and Spanish plates to prove it.

Good job, because we're on our 8-hour drive to Barcelona in a few hours.

Gladys wiggled her bum and patted her tummy to celebrate her e-plates.

She also told us at the last minute that she needed a new bulb in her right brake light - duly accomplishedd in the dark by my friend.














Bye bye JDY, hello quarenta dos, sesenta tres Dinky Wee Vehicle!

Happy Birthday, Alister XXXXXXXXX