We had a really nasty thunderstorm last night - the sort I remember from my childhood atop high ground in Wales, where the lightning actually seemed to be all around, rather than up in the sky where it belongs. That's the "Indian Summer" well-and-truly over, then...
And so, another week of unadulterated joy in work begins. However, we have booked our holiday in Anadalusia next February - and, that being the occasion of Madam Arcati's 65th, some of our "gang" - Baby Steve, Alex, Our Sal, Lou, and his sister Carol and niece Jen - have also booked apartments and will be there to join the festivities! So that's something to look forward to, at least.
Fortuitously on this Tacky Music Monday, we have something typically bewildering from Spain to provide our "wake-up call":
WTF? Is it just me, or does no-one except perhaps the singer seem to be enjoying themselves? And why the "clown bald wig"? Questions, questions...
Have a good week, dear reader.
