Summer Nights... Tell Me More, Tell Me More Did You Get Very Far?

Another summer rolls around, we´re nearing the end of school and rushing around to find proper black shoes for the end of term dance, a waltz, my 12-year-old is doing next week.

Last year´s shoes, worn once to a wedding are, of course, too small. The markets and even Carrefour only have pumps and sandals and I´m getting into trouble from my youngest who is starting to panic (me too).

And it´s hot. Around 33ºC and the forecast is getting hotter. I love summer but complain too. The nights of star-gazing, patio-sitting, wine-sipping in shorts and vest until one or two are here now.

Hot puts me into a lethargic holiday mood, thank goodness nearly all my English lessons have finished, saying that a few summer ones are yet to start but in the mornings.

I´m also in planning mode, off to England for a few days at the end of next week then we´ve some campsites to inspect and a glampsite to review, all in the name of work.

Yurt Glamping



Then a holiday to (don´t laugh) Fuengirola. I´m not really looking forward to the location but have an 80-year old birthday to celebrate - my mother. Normally they come and stay with me, but at this time of year it is just too hot.

Last time they came in September she got heat stroke. Which is to be expected as she never goes outside at home these days.

When I told a Spanish friend where I´m going she laughed and said I´d hate it. Not a great omen! I´m also keen to visit Gibraltar and yet again several people have said don´t go.

It´ll be what it is and away from the intense Jaén heat to the humid heat of the Costa del Sol. Don´t worry - I´ll tell you all about it.