Well, I think we both thought that life had been treating us pretty well lately, but it certainly turned an bit us in the arse today! We had spent most of the day packing, loading the caravan and planning, with an increasing sense of anticipation about leaving here on Sunday. Early evening we decided to go to Calpe for an early evening drink, and unfortunately, while trying to guide me in to a narrow parking space, Ann took a horrible fall off the kerb. We went straight to the health centre where we discovered that Ann’s medical card had gone missing, so we had to pay 190 euros up front to get her seen. She was immediately referred to Denia hospital, and to cut a long story short (I will relate the full horrendous version some other time) she emerged six hours later with both legs in plaster up to the knees. Both ankles are very badly sprained and swollen, and the doctor insisted on immobilising them completely for at least two weeks. I reckon it will be six to eight weeks before she is walking properly, and then only if she does some serious rehab. She is also very shaken up. We will find out tomorrow whether we can stay in the house we are in for another few weeks. If not, things look like being fairly challenging for a while, and our plans to hit the south of Spain and Portugal may have to go on the back burner. I feel rather as if the gremlin who ripped the window out of the caravan on day two last August has been watching us and decided to pour a little rain on our parade. Still, we’ve been through worse and will probably survive another setback. All the best, Andy.