We never did get to see the blue legged chickens or the beach at El Prat de Llobregat. We spent the morning, or what there was of it before we had to catch our flight, sitting in the sun outside Cerveceria Cataluña with a cool drink watching the world go by. It was a lovely relaxing end to a nice break.
I couldn’t help myself though, I had to keep checking my phone to see if the Mad House had called. They hadn’t, and, with every hour that passed the prospect of being employed by the time I got home grew ever more distant. Not really having a job to go back to was a worry. Just over a week and I’ll be unemployed, maybe trotting down to the job centre to join the queue to sign on. It isn’t a happy prospect.