Hola amigos !
I must be honest, because we Spanish gentleman have a very strict honour code: I am honestly very, very confused. This morning ML finished all her packing and cleaning, but she did not put our things into the TARDIS. Instead our wonderful neighbours came over, including my friends Syd and Rosie. They brought things into our house and ML took things out of our house.
All I really cared about was that our neighbours left their gate open and ML did not seem to care if I ran into their garden and into their kitchen. This was odd because usually when I do this, ML yells, "NononoCarbondonteatRosiesfoodno!" and our wonderful neighbours drag me back home. Today everyone just ignored me and kept going back and forth between the two houses like my animal friends the donkeys carrying packages on their backs.
And sí, sí, Rosie's breakfast that I found in her kitchen was deleeeecious, thank you for asking!
Then ML talked and talked and talked with our neighbours and then suddenly our neighbours were gone and now we are in their house but SYD AND ROSIE TOOK THEIR DINNER WITH THEM and the house is not so magical. It is a perfectly nice house, but without the mystery of the unattainable and above all NO MORE SYD AND ROSIE FOOD, it just isn't the same. Madre de dios, what a dirty trick.
On the other hand, ML has made up my bed and our sofa and unpacked Monkey, Batty, Owen, Hippo and Flea, so I can now report that it looks like we are not leaving Cornwall after all. As I already said, this is all very confusing. But...ojala, que bien! More beach, more Reuben, more sheep poo, more walks: de verdad, truly, I am a very happy Spanish gentleman!
