I thought I was going to be writing about the change in weather today; for the first time we have clouds blowing in over the mountains, and it didn’t seem to promise a good day for sun-bathing. Our new routine was going to have to be changed.

However, this minor meteorological event has been over taken by real drama! In order to understand the nature of this you first have to understand I am a very careful traveller, keeping all key documents and valuables very safe, and am, in the words of Baldrick, “As careful as a careful person”. Our passports have been literally strapped to my body every time we have left the villa, none-the-less, when I went to check on them today (and who does that kind of thing anyway?) my daughter’s was missing!!

Luckily, the tour operators had provided helpful information for just this contingency and with that and a mobile phone I was able to speak to them and the British Consulate and get the ‘low down’ on what needed doing. Trips to local agents, local police stations, then a trip to Palma at the other end of the island tomorrow to get an emergency passport to get us all home.

Thank God we found out today when we had time to sort all this out, apparently if you just turn up at the airport you don’t travel! If you were going to have this kind of thing happen then this is best variety of trauma to have…

I guess sometimes sh1t just happens and you have to roll with it and salvage what you can from the situation.