The flight out was a cacophony of noise and a continual interruptions. \u00a0First of all from the woman in the window seat. \u00a0If you’ve got a weak bladder why put yourself on the inside? \u00a0Three times to the toilet in two hours ten minutes? \u00a0And then the crew announcements in various degrees of unsure English. \u00a0Gone are the days when a Ryanair flight was accompanied by a lovely Irish lilt. \u00a0The girl on the return flight could have been speaking in anything when the seat belt sign went on. \u00a0Don’t cabin crew have to pass a language fluency test? \u00a0She struggled to understand “Can I have some ice in the drink please?” \u00a0God help ys if there’d been an emergency. \u00a0It was an assault to the eardrums; offering food (not like any food I’d ever seen or smelt – and at \u20ac6 a time!); then drinks; then gifts; then scratch cards; then bus and rail tickets into London and finally asking us to tidy up as they have just a 35minute turn-around. \u00a0I kid you not. \u00a0But then, I suppose, I paid less then it costs me to go and visit my friend in Liverpool on the train. \u00a0No-frills. \u00a0Yes, it was that alright.<\/p>\n
It was the first time I’d been in Ibiza since 2000, something I find unbelieveable. \u00a0I mean, I know I haven’t been for a few years but if you’d have pushed me I’d have said “about six” never imagining it’s been fourteen years since I last set foot on what was once my own little Paradise. \u00a0There was a time, of course, when I couldn’t ever have envisaged not living on Ibiza. \u00a0But times change, your life changes, your circumstances change, you see things differently and, well, I haven’t lived on Ibiza for a long, long time.<\/p>\n
Of course, since my last visit much has changed yet much remains the same. \u00a0Biggest changes were the deaths of people I’d known and loved, like dear Tony, who was the barman in the Gran Sol and then for years was known as Tony de la Bohemia, la Bohemia being the bar he ran in Es Calo. \u00a0RIP, my old friend. \u00a0It was lovely to see the Spanish nieces and nephews, too. \u00a0And to eat tapas in El Rinco de Pepe on Wednesday evening<\/p>\n
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<\/a>The Spanish nieces and nephews<\/p><\/div>\n
and then paella by the beach in glorious sunshine washed down with sangria yesterday, before making my way back to the airport.<\/p>\n
And in Stansted it was pouring. \u00a0And lovely Mr G who kindly came to pick me up got lost, even though he’d worked there for eighteen months!<\/p>\n
Now back to the keyboard to plough on with Single All the Way, book three in the Singles’ Trilogy, which is beginning to take shape nicely. \u00a0And all over the weekend, Sweet Lady will be FREE as a Kindle download. \u00a0\ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Well, what a whistlestop trip it was! \u00a0On Wednesday lunchtime I left Stansted to fly to Ibiza on business, stayed over night and came back Thursday evening. There was a gasp and a sharp intake of breath from the Daughter … Continue reading