Sadly while we were in Madrid, our luggage and my 'Walker' appeared not to be. Our helper dutifully pushed me to customer service and back and then somewhere else while we registered our 'lost' luggage, and then to Avis and finally the car park.
The hotel was only 10 minutes from the airport and once there we could relax after a fashion. A club sandwich, a beer and a couple of Jameson's later we were told my walker had been found airport. Hooray! This morning we got the news that the luggage was on its way.
Our daughter has been travelling and is joining us from Segovia this afternoon to blag a lift down to Almendralejo where she's been living, which isn't far from Badajoz. Assuming I have some clothes I am looking forward to going there this week.
And now, while I might be in need of a change of clothes I have my health (most of it) and my wife and life is good. I'm researching and costing out a possible new project for 2016 while I wait. What more could one ask for?