I got you babe

Heard this Sony and Cher song on the radio this morning, and it took me right back to last week. In fact I've been doing the whole 'this time last week' thing in my head all week, and it is gutting to be home, having to work and in the cold.
I have many vivid memories of last week, but the ones that seem to cling to the front of my lobes are:
stealing the shopping trolley from Carre Fourre so that we didn't have to carry everything home and the police being at the end of our road when we got home.
The noise that Chris's head made when banged by the wooden plate our alcohol bill came on.
The scary children who tried to 'pick us up' on the beach.
Stu being running to be sick (during the day) at the cafe near the beach.
The number of times the toilet in the Irish bar was defiled the lads.
Karaoke.
Sangria.
The Chinese restaurant on the first night.
Jamies naked body, running down the street.
Being sick because of well dodgy pizza (although it tasted lush at the time).
The weird English bloke, and the neumatic drill at the bar in Alicante in El Barrio.
Me, Toni and Lyns having proper hot chocolate in Torrevieja town, away from the uncouth boys, whilst they prepared the BBQ.
The amazing way that absolutley anything that was said could be made into an innuendo!!!!
Away from the holiday, today, with work, I went to the Friday club, where there was old people, tea and buns and a raffle, where the prizes included chopped ham, a tin of tuna, some tea bags and a tin of curry. It truly was like something off Peter Kay, but was quite enjoyable.
Going out with my friend Makaela tonight, which will be weird, she used to be my pulling partner, and the last time we went out, we were both single, since then I have met Nick, and she has moved to Africa, got married and had a baby, so it will be interesting to see if our nights out will have changed - I suspect they might: At the very least they will no longer involve dodgy blokes!!!!