Hermano Grande

I'm packing to go into the Big Blogger house, and Davina's getting ready to whisk this year's liabilities into the there-will-be-no-poppadoms Big Brother house. All very exciting. And yet, I'm kinda sorta wishing I was with L on his business trip ...

I'm sure the Big Blogger house will be every bit as luxurious. On el otro mano, maybe my Hungarian student wants to have a few 1-to-1 English lesson on the beach for the rest of the week?

:: :: :: Update :: :: ::

Just got an email from L at half-past midnight Spanish time. The moon over the Mediterranean is lovely, he's just finished dinner and now he's lost in the hotel. This can only lead to trouble.

Where's a cabana boy when you need one?