Since this day only happens once every 4 years, i see no reason why it should not be celebrated as an international holiday.

In any event I'm in the mood for one. Last night we paid our respects to the Gimlet bar, who serve two of my most favourite things in the world - good gin and glacée cherries - in the one cute little pretend martini glass. They're not cheap, but two is all you need to feel delicious, and the sensation is not encumbered by unnecessary additions like tonic or ice.

Last Sunday I spent the day in an olympic stadium in Reus rehearsing for the upcoming ACEM concert. The 'wind sectional' consisted of 1000 catalan music students blowing their instruments at more or less the same time. Having gone out the previous night, left the house at 7am then proceeded to get lost in Reus, I was expecting the worst and was pleasantly surprised by how well it turned out. The whole thing was very well oiled and the sound of 300 flutes playing at the same time didn't break my skull. I was however shattered by the time I got home and was greeted lovingly by my insanely hungover boyfriend who still hadn't managed to leave the bed at 6pm.

In other news since my last rant about the thorough knowledge of grammar I have in my mother language, I have been appointed English conversation teacher at my Spanish school. In return for a couple of hours of weekly conversation with levels 3 and 5 English, they pay my course fees plus a nifty bonus for books. It's a great deal except for the fact I don't understand English.