The last glow of the autumn sun finally fades behind the mountains. The lemon groves in the valley disappear from view and the still of the evening is broken only by the soft chirruping of cicadas.
Hang on, that's not the cicadas, that's my phone.
Oh s***, we're two down already?
Yes, it was only those pesky text messages from Burnley that disturbed what was otherwise a very peaceful and relaxing break in Majorca last week.
(I wondered at …