So, I am back from Spain now! It was a good holiday, very hot ... and then I come back to this miserable weathered country, bah! Bah I say! Didn't do much else of any note for the rest of the holiday, just more lazing about, and some shopping. We were going to go to Barcelona on the Thursday, but ended up not doing so because it was so damn expensive to get there (the bus was 20 Euros per person round trip), which turned out to be a good thing, as my youngest brother later went on to be ill that day, so in retrospect, stuffing him onto a bus or train for an hour and a half probably wouldn't have been a good idea

Me and my other brother came home on the plane by ourselves, as my parents and youngest brother are still out there for another week. Our Aunt and Uncle picked us up from the airport. On the way home, just down the road from my house, outside a pub that I go to, we nearly got involved in a car crash. We were basically just about to go round the corner, when a car came, skidding and spinning, down the road to the right, went right past us infront, and crashed into a traffic island, sending the bollards flying. Four people got out, and miraculously no one seemed to be hurt, although I hope they got arrested ... looked to me like they were drinking and smoking in the car, fucking morons. My brother called the police, and we went home. It was pretty scary, if we'd been like 3 seconds further ahead, they probably would have hit us. Ah well, we got back safely in the end

Right, now I'm going to go buy food!