DM can’t understand how I’ve gone from whirling dervish to chatting about our next holiday in a couple of hours. We’ve hatched a plan you see – we’re in Granada, we can see the *Sierra* Nevada mountains from our hotel room so the next holiday is going to be Capri…then Cortina, then we’re going to take in East *Anglia*.

We know that the pun won’t mean anything to anyone except those Brits of a certain age but we chortled and giggled about making our way through the whole UK Ford car range. We even thought we might try to fit in a *Consul*ate!

OK – so it’s cheesy but what do you expect after a long day travelling and relaxing into the first night of the holiday with a nice meal and a few glasses of a more than decent Spanish plonk. (See above.) It’s the first time in what seems like forever that I’ve taken my foot off the gas.