I didn't realise that the festival of Fallas began this evening.
For those of you who are unaware, it is when the town celebrates ruining David's chance of getting some sleep ready for getting up at 05:30 the next morning to catch his flight to UK by someone on a PA system which can be heard in Valencia. This is then interrupted by playing loud drums practically under his window at ten past nine at night.
I am just waiting for the part where they enter my bedroom to slap me with wet fish at three in the morning.
Ah, the things that I have to learn about Benidorm.