Yesterday morning was given over to shopping, cleaning and getting everything ready for Clare's arrival. I had intended to leave early for the airport, go into Malaga and visit El Corte Ingles to browse their excellent consumer technology department, but several emails arived, either to do with weddings or intelligence reports to process for the RadioNet DISC system. I determined to get as much work as I could out of the way to maximise me free time over the next couple of days, so the sun was setting by the time I started driving west down the A7 direct to the airport.
I got there an hour early, parked in St Julien nearby, and enjoyed a leisurely catch-up call with Ashley until it was time to enter and park the car to meet the incoming flight. I reached the arrivals gate just as the display board changed to indicate the Cardiff 'plane had landed. Twenty five minutes later we were re-united, and by midnight, heading east back up the A7 to Nerja. All neat and smooth, in bed by two, tired and very happy to have company at last.
After breakfast, a walk down to Caribeo beach so that Clare could buy and new sun-hat in a nearby shop, and then have a swim before lunch. After siesta, another swim, this time in the urbanizacion's pool. I don't recall from previous visits there being a ramp into the water, but there certainly is now It's a consolation to Clare, keen to spare herself from having to use a ladder to climb out of the pool and place her nicely mending shoulder under un-necessary strain. It means that she can go for a swim whenever she wants without needing me to accompany her. It's the first time since her operation that she's been given permission to swim, so she's arrived here at the perfect time.
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