Christmas is coming and the pug is getting fat. Today is officially the last day of mild weather in Mallorca. A random November scorcher of 25C which will be followed by a sudden plummet down to 12. Somebody find me a tiny violin as they sound the death knell on our Indian summer.
We are vacuum packing our summer wardrobes and loading them into our horsebox, which has become our makeshift storage container. Still, my family is exploding out of our house. Every day the girls and their toys get bigger and louder. The big girl needs a big girl bed. The baby wants a train track. Soon our limbs will be hanging out of the windows like Alice in Wonderland. I think we need a bigger house.
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