We've just got back from Valencia together, a fantastic 5 days of drinking and hanging out. I got to show him some of how eccentric Spain can be. 

On Tuesday we went to a bar that was empty and I was chatting in my terrible Spanish to the bar owner and he kept offering us free shots and then called his mate over to play table football with us and let me go use his Spotify to play music and we got a new appreciation for the Housemartins and I got horribly drunk and threw up.

We went to the beach and got burnt and played in the sea. We went to the aquarium and science museum and visited the old town.

We went to a bar themed as an American Speakeasy, hidden behind an apocothery theme and the MOST amazing Hawaiian themed bar.

He asked me when I started to change my opinion of him just using me for rebound sex and I told him how I melted when he washed my hair and he laughed at me.

We rode electric paddleboards and ate chain paella and I introduced him to Tinto de verano and ate so much ice cream.

I said that I was ready to stop playing Secret Squirrel if he was and I guess we'll see how that decides to unravel itself.

The Brat is back with his GF but I'm super grateful for him to have looked after the dogs for that time.