I need to write today (to date) up so I’m up to date.
Early start to a closed bakery, back on the autoroute and the first services for coffee and croissants. Off south and across the border in rain and low cloud which gradually cleared as we headed south.
We are currently in a town called Tordesilllas and staying in the Parador, something I’ve never done before but it is very smart. I need to explain how this happened.
Inside me live two creatures, one called Blob (beery lazy obese blob) and Malc (macho wannabe adventurous chap) and they coexist but argue a lot, much like a married couple.
So today we were driving south and discussing where to stop and, therefore, where to stay.
Malc wandered into the control centre and started putting up virtual slides of idyllic camping, a beast grilling on the fire, cold beer in hand. Then Blob woke up and showed pictures of big comfy beds and bars and a happy wife and stuff.
So, we drove closer having agreed on the town but not the accommodation and as we approached town Malc and Blob had a full on fight. Blob got a kick to the groin on Malc and as he went down, we swung into the car park of a lovely Parador. So not my fault.
Years ago Jennifer suggested I recruit a middle man, a beast to keep the peace, mediate between Malc and Blob so I searched around and found one deeply buried called Conscience. He came on board, I introduced him to the chaps who immediately kicked the shit out of him and he’s not been back since. Malc and Blob both like beer and not really giving too much of a fuck so it was never going to work.
So here we are. And I must admit the room is smart, warm and comfy and Jennifer is quiet which generally means happy and we have a bottle of wine open. And we will go and eat soon. And earlier we wandered into town which is nice and sat in the sun for a refreshment.
Life is good, just don’t let your Malc rule it.



Early start to a closed bakery, back on the autoroute and the first services for coffee and croissants. Off south and across the border in rain and low cloud which gradually cleared as we headed south.
We are currently in a town called Tordesilllas and staying in the Parador, something I’ve never done before but it is very smart. I need to explain how this happened.
Inside me live two creatures, one called Blob (beery lazy obese blob) and Malc (macho wannabe adventurous chap) and they coexist but argue a lot, much like a married couple.
So today we were driving south and discussing where to stop and, therefore, where to stay.
Malc wandered into the control centre and started putting up virtual slides of idyllic camping, a beast grilling on the fire, cold beer in hand. Then Blob woke up and showed pictures of big comfy beds and bars and a happy wife and stuff.
So, we drove closer having agreed on the town but not the accommodation and as we approached town Malc and Blob had a full on fight. Blob got a kick to the groin on Malc and as he went down, we swung into the car park of a lovely Parador. So not my fault.
Years ago Jennifer suggested I recruit a middle man, a beast to keep the peace, mediate between Malc and Blob so I searched around and found one deeply buried called Conscience. He came on board, I introduced him to the chaps who immediately kicked the shit out of him and he’s not been back since. Malc and Blob both like beer and not really giving too much of a fuck so it was never going to work.
So here we are. And I must admit the room is smart, warm and comfy and Jennifer is quiet which generally means happy and we have a bottle of wine open. And we will go and eat soon. And earlier we wandered into town which is nice and sat in the sun for a refreshment.
Life is good, just don’t let your Malc rule it.






