I’d like to be a cat in Madrid

Then I could slink around secret places in the balmy night air. Silently springing up onto any viewpoint I wanted and surveying the moon and stars in every direction.

My night would be completed by sharing a large pile of gambas and anchovies and pulpo and calamaries and and ... purrrrrrrrrrr ...

Then I’d curl up for a big long snooze in a quiet shaded alley somewhere just occasionally lifting an eyelid to make sure I wasn’t missing anything.

Yep, I’m definitely going to be a cat next time round