Apparently there actually is a place called Nonce. Steve the Builder rang us yesterday to say that he was in Nonce, France, so that's how we know!
In other non-related happenings this week, we solved our chair problem by buying a couple more chairs to provide vitally needed dining seating in our appartment's private garden.
This now brings our sitting at a table dining capacity to 32. Ironic that we mostly sit on the sofa, eating as we watch the telly.
We've had a couple of meals out this week at different ends of the financial scale. At Es Ventall
we splashed out €34 on a three courser with wine, and last night we spent a €ton at Can Berri Vell 
in San Agustin where groups and groups of would be diners were turned away for not having the foresight to make reservations. Even Can Curt and the Bar Berri were chocker last night. We ended up in Can Bernat listening to the band in Raco Verd and watching groups of people still getting turned away from El Destino at midnight.
So desperate were people to get into the village, that there were some bad examples of parking to be seen! (So what's new?) This car, is half on the pavement and half on the zebra crossing.
The building in the background is the local police station!We actually did very well to stay out until midnight as we'd spent 3 hours stacking two tons of logs in preparation for winter.
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