Is chilly in Portugal. Almost 0 zero last night.

Bigosses has it sorted
February 3, 2012
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Is chilly in Portugal. Almost 0 zero last night.

Bigosses has it sorted
January 25, 2012
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Never been to Lincoln before. Big church!

This is the view from my hotel room. Won’t be late for vespas tomorrow. 1st time for everything….
January 24, 2012
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Am in England on business. Dark cold and wet. However look what the pub next to the hotel sells!
Heaven

January 23, 2012
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January 21, 2012
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Alas – no photos. But this morning I went to a bricabrac in Porto, down near the river. It was full of rubbish, smelly people and stolen goods. I bought nothing but I Will go again. I did almost buy 6 rusty toy tin trucks. Wish I had now
I went with Christina from work. She’s good company. Next time we are going somewhere a little more up market. That’s anywhere.
I did buy a lovely traditional blue and white jug.
January 18, 2012
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January 16, 2012
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January 12, 2012
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New one ordered and collection being arranged. Damn it Janet
January 11, 2012
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January 10, 2012
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January 8, 2012
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January 7, 2012
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At the best veal restaurant in Portugal. Absolutely lovely.

January 6, 2012
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The bigger the better
January 4, 2012
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January 3, 2012
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For that first day back to work feeling. An oldie but a goodie, courtesy Mr P.
A young Portsmouth woman was so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the sea, but just before she could throw herself from the wharf, a handsome young man stopped her.
“You have so much to live for,” said the man. “I’m a sailor, and we are off to Australia tomorrow. I can stow you away on my ship. I’ll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy.”
With nothing to lose, combined with the fact that she had always wanted to go to Australia , the woman accepted.
That night the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a small but comfortable compartment in the hold. From then on, every night he would bring her three sandwiches, a bottle of red wine, and make love to her until dawn. Two weeks later she was discovered by the captain during a routine inspection.
“What are you doing here?” asked the captain.
“I have an arrangement with one of the sailors,” she replied. “He brings me food and I get a free trip to Australia .”
“I see,” the captain says.
Her conscience got the best of her and she added, “Plus, he’s screwing me.”
“He certainly is,” replied the captain. “This is the Isle of Wight Ferry.”