Hello Internet peoples! I am back, the prodigal son of blogging has returned to Alex'n'paddy. How was Lanzarote? I hear you crying that question at your screens. Well, to answer your plea, it was good, warmer than the UK and full of cacti. Also I rode a camel that looked like Hannibal Lector up a volcano. What more could a young boy want? Except boobies, guns and dinosaurs. Now that would be a good holiday.
Now whilst I was away Alex pointed out I didn't blog at 3am as I suggested I might. That is because 3am is very early, and I'm not good at early. The best you would have got might have been 3 sentences along the lines of: Tarnation, this is early. I have to go now, see you in a week. That wasn't even the 3 sentences I said a few lines ago, because that's what people are like at 3am. So I'm sorry if I disappointed you by not doing that but not really, because you weren't up at 3am. If you by coincidence were up at 3am then I really am sorry.
Now you're all satisfied with my return I shall go and wash myself. Tata or, as they say in Lanzarote, Tátá (they don't actually say that, it just looks spanish-y. For all I know it may mean "I hope you horses explode")
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