Sunday wouldn’t be Sunday without a roast now, would it? In true Brits abroad style we always head to Pikes for their famous Sunday lunch whenever we’re in Ibiza. In the days before Dolly we'd start off with an aperitif or two, followed by a few bottles of red. Then we'd round off the evening with as many Espresso Martinis as we could get our hands on, followed by some dancing. This year was pretty much the same, except we stuck to one after dinner cocktail and headed home early to do Dolly’s bath and bed routine instead. It wasn't quite as rock'n'roll as usual, but we gave it a good go!
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