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A New Day, A New Future but did you vote?

June 24th 2016 will go down in the history of the U.K. as the dawn of a new era.  The day over seventeen million of us voted to leave an organisation which has bullied our nation for over forty years. On more than one occasion since 1066 it was up to Britain to stand up to the might of France, Germany, Spain (the usual invasion suspects) and the other twenty four members of the EU.  Since we were taken in to the organisation in 1973 successive prime ministers have battled against the odds while our wealth and industry has been plundered by nations who’ve been trying for centuries to gain access to our coffers.

Our Prime Minister has resigned, a decision I find odd, especially from a man who was so passionate about staying in the EU.  David CameronSurely had Mr Cameron been a true leader he should’ve put his hands up with the battle cry ” the people have spoken, let me lead them forward and rebuild!”

Facebook, Twitter and other social media has been alive with some pretty nasty comments by users in the “remain” camp but people do say some pretty awful things when they’re frightened so I can forgive them.

What I have found discerning though, is the amount of people who have been screaming for a second referendum, many of those quite young and who didn’t bother to register to vote.  Younger people have reacted by blaming older generations for “messing with our future”.  Ironically this is just how I thought when after the referendum in 1975, “progressive thinking” people voted to take us into the then Common Market.  I had voted but the fear of the new and unknown was daunting but we survived and we will again!  Make no mistake, politicians lied back then as well, it’s not a new phenomenon.

July 13th arrived and since the turmoil of the Brexit vote, the panic of a nation seemingly frightened of its own shadow let alone of the rest of the world has been somewhat abated by the appointment of a new prime minister, Theresa May.  web-theresa-may-paPrime Minister May has a difficult task ahead, re-uniting the Conservative party and ensuring the U.K. exits the EU on the best terms possible.  Her first speech on the steps of No 10 was, I thought, asserted and broad in its content appealing to people across the country.  If she is able to put the words into action she will put a divided nations trust back into politicians and impress the rest of the world.

So what have we learned from the past three weeks?  I feel that democracy is still alive and kicking.  I feel our citizens have strong political views.  I know I’ve probably lost a few friends because of mine, but I ask this question.  If the the vote had been in favour of remain, would I have accepted the majority decision?  Of course I would because I’m a firm believer in the people of the UK.

Wisdom is only gained by experience, so here’s a little advice from someone who’s lived a little of life.  Everybody and every vote makes a difference, so in future use your vote, then you can criticise. Also learn to accept a decision by a majority because this the way democracy works whether that majority is one, five or ten million.

Enough said on this small part of history, my next blog will be on a much different and less controversial subject, I promise!

As always your comments are welcomed and appreciated.

Thanks for reading. 🙂

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Are EU in or Are U out?

For the first time in over forty years we are able to re-shape our future so should we or shouldn’t we?  Here are my thoughts….

We were taken in to the then “Common Market” in 1973 by  then Conservative Prime  Minister Edward Heath.  We didn’t actually have an “in/out vote until after Labour Prime Minister Harold Wilson came to power with a minority government in 1974 and held our first ever referendum on June 5th 1975.

Back then, as now, we were bombarded with information from both sides.  The “stay in” camp sales call, as now was “If we don’t stay in then it will be to the deterement of the U.K.” Of course we were presented with all manner of arguments through our mainly black and white T.V.s, newspapers and radios.  So we read and watched and listened to all these pro common market facts.

The “lets get the hell out of here” camp, of course, had a different view and probably an in retrospect, a more prophetic view but it was sold to us voters by politicians who had spent a fair amount of time 20 or so years previously fighting the Germans and Italians.  One such politician grabbed my attention his name was Enoch Powell.

Brigadier Enoch Powell MBE served as an intelligence officer in the army from 1940-1945 so he had a pretty good idea of how the mind of your average European politician worked wether French, Italian, German or Spanish.  Mr Powell had made a speech in 1968 about immigration and how it could affect the security of our nation. It wasn’t received well by parliament and became known as “The Rivers of Blood Speech” deemed racist by many.  I was only 12 when he made that speech but I formed an opinion so when seven years later he was campaigning against the common market, I listened.

The general concencus of the older generation and Mr Powell in 1975 was the French and Germans couldn’t beat us and get their hands on our wealth or destroy our sovereignty through war (don’t forget the last time we were conquered was in 1066), then they’d get it by “diplomacy”.

You see, Europe really was Europe back then.  Russia was the Soviet Union and most of the poorer Eastern European countries had been annexed by the Soviets, in fact part of Germany had been taken as part of the treaty signed at the end of Second World War when the “spoils” were divided up.

In 1975, we had our own problems in this country, we were in the middle of our own (self inflicted) war on terrorism with Northern Ireland, our economy and industry was being destroyed steadily by the iron grip of the trades unions, so I guess the pro-marketeers had a point too but joining the common market didn’t solve these problems.

In the case of Ireland, even though the politicians will take the credit, the peace process was galvanised when the women turned on their men because they’d had enough of seeing their young men killed fighting each other and the English. Not a result of European legislation.

Again, it hasn’t been European legislation that has re-built our economy but the sheer hard work, sensibility and determination of the inhabitants of our island nation, arguably mainly conservative grit when taking a stand against unions in the past but not European legislation!

Was Enoch Powell right when he gave his “rivers of blood speech”? Warning all of the dangers of open borders and mass immigration? I cite Paris and Brussels as the most recent examples.

So, I listened and voted no in 1975, I’ve been listening to all the arguments pro and cons in 2016 but this time I’ve an added weapon, hindsight! Yes hindsight!  With this valuable information and for the good of my children and grandchildren and for the good of your children and grandchildren I shall be voting to leave the corrupt organisation of Europe which calls itself a “union” and I urge all of you to do the same!

Remember change isn’t always bad, sometimes if you change your life it gets better, believe in yourselves😊

Thanks for reading👍

 

 

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Weekends and reflection

It’s a funny old thing living without your wife, you tend to eat alone, think your thoughts alone without anyone to discuss them with, in fact everything you do on a daily basis you’re alone unless you’ve a supportive family.  Fortunately I’m lucky enough to have that support.

Julie and I always nurtured our family, not because we wanted anything else but for them to grow into well rounded, loving human beings.  Luckily we succeeded, not by design but by accident really.  Sure, Julie read all of the “parenting” books but none of them really prepare you for the task ahead.

So what has this to do with being a widower?  Last weekend I spent a couple of days ripping my eldest daughter, Leah and her husbands’ garden apart to remodel it to make it grandson friendly.  This weekend I spent Saturday with Leah and my two youngest grandsons first at an aviation museum in Tangmere ( let’s face it, all boys like aeroplanes, right?) then on to Porchester Castle because all boys like castles too!

Sunday morning, the younger of my two girls, Hannah and her partner Matt pay a visit with his two daughters (eldest grandson Jack is with his father for the weekend).  Then off to Julie’s mum and dads for lunch, back around 3.30pm to sit and write my first blog for several weeks.

So what has all this to do with being a Widower?  It makes you feel wanted when you feel empty! I’ve met people from all walks of life throughout my 60 plus years and one thing I’ve learnt about folk is they really care only about there own lives because basically it’s human nature to do so! Do I blame them?  Of course not, so I try to live my life quietly and within my family circle which includes a few friends too.  One thing I know though, my life although filled with sadness has purpose in the future.

When you lose someone you’ve been with for two thirds of your life you change.  Your outlook on life changes and somehow I’d like to be able to imprint my life knowledge into others.  I’d like to tell politicians to stop pulling the wool over our eyes.  I’d like to remind doctors that in years past, a medical career was a vocation albeit well paid.  I’d like to remind big organisations, their staff are what makes their companies, not the greedy shareholders.

Finally I’d like to share a little spiritual knowledge, in the light of the upcoming EU referendum:

Change is not something to be frightened of, but, something to be embraced and used to your own advantage and to the advantage of others.

 

 

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Married on the Rock (1)

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See this? This is the famous rock of Gibraltar.  This tiny outpost of the British Empire has stood guard not only over the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea, commonly known as the Straits of Gibraltar,  but also the Bay of Gibraltar, guarding against the Spanish, the Moors, the Germans and whoever knows what else.

In my family “The Rock” is also famous for a darker reason, for this is where my father was convicted of attempted murder in the mid 1950s. Now my Dad although violent wasn’t a man who would go out and look for trouble, it sort of came to him.  A bunch of Spaniards made the mistake of calling him “a filthy English bastard” so he put about, with a little help from his mate, 15 or so of them in hospital, with varying degrees of injuries from a mere broken arm to a more serious “in a wheelchair”.  The only fact which saved him from the gallows was he was a Submariner and his skipper stood his corner and Mr Atkins senior took his punishment like a man!  His punishment? He had to scrub the gallows everyday for six months.  Not a story to be proud of but when Dad told it was funny.

Back to today, after being held on the apron of Heathrow Airport for nearly an hour thanks to French Air Traffic Control, I arrived in Gibraltar then at The Rock Hotel.

imageAfter unpacking, I set about the tasks I had set myself for the first day. First to find the registry office,  so Linda can get the paperwork in order for the forthcoming wedding.  Mission complete!  Next have a mooch around to find a suitable place for photographs, no problem there either, there’s a botanical gardens just across the road from the hotel😄.  Finally to find a restaurant away from the hotel as hotel food tends to be pretty basic and “samey”.  Hmm, now that proved to be more of a problem. As in the UK today it’s Easter Sunday and most, not all, eateries seemed to be closed!  Off course the usual suspects like Burger King and Costa Coffee were open but who wants that? Certainly not this traveller.

Then after crossing the square, going under an arch, I found a suitable candidate, Goucho’s.  Now this restaurant has all I was looking for, meat, poultry, salad and fish also, importantly atmosphere and character.  I decided upon a starter which would be difficult to cook, Argentinian Morcilla (fried black pudding on lettuce with balsamic vinegar). Not bad but I’ve tasted better but there are a lot more started to choose from so I give the starter 4/5.  For my main I went for fresh caught Dorada, sautéed potatoes, with a side of blue cheese filled beef tomato.  The fish was plump, juicy and cooked to perfection, it fell off the bone, the dish was excellent, 5/5.  This will be the restaurant of choice during my stay I think👍.  Washed down with an excellent glass of Spanish red wine and a bottle of fizzy water, good attentive service and a price tag of £33.00, well worth the walk!

Watch out for further updates on my travels over the coming days, Thanks for reading😎😎😎😎😎

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“Synchronicity”

I learned last Friday one of my relatives passed over.  You get to a certain stage of your life and it’s true, you do go to more funerals than weddings.   My cousin, Michelle contacted me to let me know her mum,  my Aunt Mary moved to the next life early on that Friday morning.

I hadn’t seen Mary for maybe forty years, so was it coincidence on the Tuesday of the same week I had told someone about a period during my early life while still at school, when I lived in her home?  No it wasn’t,  it was synchronicity, that little thing that drives the universe, call it fate, karma, whatever you want, if you know about synchronicity you start to understand life and the way it works.

My heart goes out to Michelle, her older brother Vic and her sister Val because their mum had been both mum and dad since the mid 1960’s when their father, my uncle Vic, died after battling cancer.  So Mary has moved on now and as hard as it seems my three cousins, life goes on and you’ll never forget her and you’ll always love her.  Nor will she ever leave you entirely, she’ll always be there to guide you when you need guiding, influence your decisions when you’re undecided and love you when you feel unloved.

This is what synchronicity is and does, it not only drives this life but all life, before, now and future, pulling together little things that match then gluing them together, making life go on and be purposeful.  Hard to believe with so much pain, horror and greed throughout the world?

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Life As A Widower 2 (6 months on)

IMG_0069I can’t believe it was six months ago today the love of my life for forty years, Julie, died from cancer.  Do I miss her?  You bet I do, she’s the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to  sleep.  Only someone whose been through this would understand and I hope although against hope you won’t have to live through this experience, although unfortunately life dictates a good percentage of you will.

Luckily my family are all grown up, although I’m unsure whether this makes it harder or easier for  them,  my two lovely daughters, Leah and Hannah and my son Nathan have been and still are very supportive along with their respective partners, Simon, Leah’s husband, Matt, Hannah’s partner and the lovely Georgia, Nathan’s fiancée.  photo(29)These six, along with my three grandsons, Jack, Archie and Freddie are the main focus of my life, as they too need support from time to time of course.

So what about me?  Well I went to Tenerife in January to visit my long time friends, Linda and Peter, Julie and I had some great times with them and they’re the sort who no matter how much time between  talking or seeing each other, we just pick up where we left off.  I’m off to Gibraltar on March 27th to meet them and to be best man at their wedding on the 30th at The Rock Hotel 🙂  Then back to Tenerife for more celebrations, really looking forward to that trip!  I love the island, I’m able to sit and write without disturbance and have been able to concentrate on my first novel, “Soulmates” which is, apparently, so I’m told, turning into a really good read!

In November I’m flying to Florida with Nathan, Georgia and her parents to look over the wedding venue with them ready for 2018, looking forward to that trip too. 🙂

I’ve learned changing my bedding and fighting the duvet cover every week is a much better workout than jogging.  I’ve found I can deal with almost any problem now because life’s too short to tolerate most of the bureaucratic bullshit that confronts us all throughout our daily lives.  I’ve also learned to say no whenever I feel I’m being taken advantage of.

I’ve found out I’ve high cholesterol, high blood pressure and may be diabetic which is quite strange really because I cook and eat healthily, and I’m always active.  So armed with information, I eat more fruit, don’t take sugar in my coffee and only drink red wine generally at weekends.  I’ve also cut out the medication which treated me for depression, (before I lost Julie and not as a result of).  Do I feel better?  I don’t know, what I do know though is now life has a certain clarity to it, the sort of clarity which makes you unafraid to forge ahead, not be coerced into doing things I don’t want to do just to please.

Are there things I miss apart from my wife?   I miss travelling with her, her witty conversation, her wry humour, companionship, her undivided love.

The one thing I don’t miss?  Julie and I were instrumental in setting up a comedy drama group twenty years ago, did they support her when she was ill, no.  In fact I had to go to a meeting and explain to them how ill Julie was and still they expected us to go down and “help”, they expected me to go and build sets, even when she was having chemotherapy and dying.  Well members of that drama group, I hope you all can live with yourselves, maybe now you believe just how ill she was!  You know the beauty of not naming them is they know who they are, they have to live with themselves because when we resigned from the group due to Julie’s illness, we were never even offered a lifetime pass even though for many years Julie and I worked hard for the group, many times at financial cost to ourselves.  In Julie’s words “Fuck ’em, they’re all up their own arses and have to live with themselves”

Being a widower (or a widow) I guess,  sends you into a world of sometimes darkness, sometimes despair, loneliness at times when you miss the love of your life,  but I think also a voyage of self discovery until you meet the love of your life once more xxxx

Thanks for  reading 🙂

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“BREXIT” Bullies?

I posted on Facebook this week regarding the threats from the French Leadership saying they would ensure the UK would suffer the consequences of EU exit by opening up the borders in Calais thus flooding our country with migrants.  They, (and David Cameron) seem to have overlooked the contents of the 1991 Canterbury Treaty, this 24 page document was brought to my attention by my lovely niece Rebecca Goodson, who having studied politics and obviously concentrated on her subject,  remembered the contents of the said treaty.  It’s far too long to post on this Blog but here’s the link:-

https://www.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_data/file/273131/2366.pdf

It’s worth a read because as Rebecca points out, The 1991 Canterbury Treaty is legally binding, thanks Becca 🙂

The French also threatened to entice banks and business to their already over taxed country, as a businessman, I can’t envisage any company wishing to pay 60% corporation tax when the rate in the UK is 20% less, can you?

German motor manufacturer BMW have also been in the news this week, writing to their UK employees.  It starts:

“The decision on whether to stay in the EU or not is for British voters to decide on in June. The BMW Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars believe that the UK is better as a member of the EU than it would be outside it.” It continues:

“Finally, we get a significant benefit from the easy movement of our people between the UK and Europe. This allows the rapid transfer of expert knowledge throughout Rolls-Royce Motor Cars and BMW Group networks, building the skill level of our UK workforce. Our employment base could also be affected, with skilled men and women from most EU countries included in the 30 nationalities currently represented at the Home of Rolls-Royce here at Goodwood”

The whole of the letter can be read online but I draw this conclusion, BMW are making veiled threats to their employees, a typical action from the other half of a bullying duo made up of Germany and France!  An alliance only interested in ensuring the longevity of their own countries.  Sound familiar? Shades of the past?

I apologise to any of my German, French and Spanish friends, as I don’t place you in the same bucket as the above minority of your countrymen.

I ask our government, politicians, indeed all parties, to lay out honestly the pros and the cons of leaving the EU.  Not to further their own careers, nor to court popularity but for once be totally transparent because this is not about you alone but the future of your children as well as ours!

Finally on this subject, there has been an awful lot of talk about the threat to national security.  Don’t forget we are still members of NATO, as are France and Germany and by association, most of Europe.  So what changes?  Not much.

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“BREXIT, it’s got to be said!”

Brexit, the term invented and adopted by the press to describe the negotiations for so called better terms for us, the UK to stay in the European Union.  So here we are in the fifth decade after Prime Minister Edward Heath took us into Ted Heaththe then “Common Market”.  The average man and women who had lived through the second world war were of the opinion back in 1975 that the main players in Europe, Germany and France were only after the wealth of the UK to prop up their own failing economies than the future of Britain. Even so 66% of us voted to join because then as now we were told it would be good for our future!  As a young man, I too voted yes, to apparently secure the future of our country and our children’s future.

41 years on, how do I feel as a 60 year old business owner, father of three and also grandfather?

When we became part of the now called European Union, our health service was free, including dental. We had care services for our elderly, free school meals for all our children, pensions for all and housing supply was not at an all time low.   Our farmers were working and the only fields left fallow were those in crop rotation. There were no “butter mountains” or “milk lakes”and so forth because farmers could produce what they needed to and not what they were told to by the Eurocrats.  Any shortfalls, we imported from our trading partners throughout the globe, meat from New Zealand and South America, grain from Europe and the Americas.   We had doctors who were satisfied with their pay, the police and fire fighters were well staffed and we had armed forces who were the envy of the world.  Not to forget the City of London which, as now was always a global financial hub.

What as gone wrong?

We as tax payers give the EU £55,000,000 per day (yes fifty five million pounds per day!) to achieve this we have to borrow and this increases our national debt hence on-going cuts to all the services we hold dear here in the UK.  Imagine how much our services would benefit from this amount of money injected into their coffers, doctors paid what they are worth, police, firefighters and ambulance crews, satisfied with their salaries (well almost, after all you can’t please everyone!) and a defence force having the resources to be capable of actually defending!

Jobs could be created in all of the above professions, farming, construction and manufacturing.  Manufacturing, I hear you shout with surprise? Yes, because gone are dark days of the seventies and eighties when Trades Unions had forgotten their main goal was to improve conditions for their members but instead were only interested in bringing down the government of the day!  We have the opportunity to have a new Industrial Revolution, manufacturing and trading with the world again!

David CameronDavid Cameron, our Prime Minister and of whom I’m an avid supporter, is warning of “a leap in the dark”.  I’m slightly concerned, Germany, France and other member states trade with us, they need us now and in the future to ensure the future of their own economies.  This said I applaud the tireless efforts of Mr Cameron.

So what would change?  Nothing much really, we will still trade with Europe, we can trade without penalty with the rest of the world but more importantly we hold on to our sovereignty and once again are masters of our own destiny, not beholding to faceless Eurocrats who have their own agendas.

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Inner Peace and Sanctuary

IMG_5722Puerto de la Cruz in Tenerife, situated on the north coast is a tourist destination but one which, away from the main seafront, maintains it’s old world buildings interspersed with a mix of terraces and restuarants.  Walking around this small Canarian town with Peter, Linda and Matilda, their lovable beagle only seems to pull me closer to this island.

GarachicoHistory is abound throughout Tenerife, on one of our journeys we drove through Garachico a small town filled with reminders of its violent past.  Up until 1705 this picturesque town was a thriving sea port, exporting Malmsey wine and food then,  on May 5thIMG_5635 Mount Teide erupted.  Apparently, the large rock in the picture to the left was washed down by lava flows during the eruption which lasted several weeks.  Garachico’s residents lost their livelihoods and the port was destroyed!  As you travel though the town even today you can see the black volcanic soil that marks the direction of the lava flow down the 500 metre (1500 ft) steep cliff the town nestles below. Garachico 1The few old buildings which remain standing are testament to the beauty of old Spanish architecture.  I’ll be returning here on my next visit to investigate further and to quell my curiosity for knowledge about this old town which was rebuilt after the disaster!

Over the years Julie and I made many visits to the Canary Islands but this time, alone after her passing, it has been different, probably due to the change in my outlook on life and my attitude to growing older.  We both had noticed the sharp differences between Canarian and English culture many years ago, however, I’ve felt it more than before this visit.  I know this is the easiest place for me to write my book.  Indeed, prior to my return this time I’ve written the first chapter!

Over the years I’ve travelled to America, Russia, Europe and Australia but the Canary Islands seem to carress me with a gentle, relaxing peacefulness.  Here in the UK, life is about money, it’s fast paced and stressful, I’ve noticed parents have little patience with their children.  In Tenerife, you still need money but life is such the residents are more content. I’m not and never have been motivated by money, although have had to work hard to support my family and to give them a reasonable standard of living.  The native Canarian population are more family centred as am I, preferring to go to the beach or out for a simple family meal rather than sit in front of the television night after night.  Weekends are always special to them, some driving out to the many picnic areas for a barbecue, while others simply walk around with their dogs, call into a bar, sit and have tapas with their children, who also are content. I watched two boys of about eleven playing, not with playstations or XBoxes, but spinning tops.

The Canarian children have plenty of exercise and are respectful and polite.  While in Puerto de la Cruz, sitting with Peter and holding Matilda, a little girl rode up on her bike and asked “Puedo yo para mascotas tu perro?” which means “Can I pet your dog?” “Ce darling!” I replied, and gently she patted and stroked Matilda until called by her brother who was calling her for tea I guess, off she went with a “Mucha grasias, adios” and a friendly wave. Women and men alike have respect for each other and stop and talk in the street.  If you pass them on the pavement they will always respond if you wish them “Buenos dias” or “Buenos tardes” (“good morning” or “good afternoon”).  People in the UK either look away or look down, generally preferring not to answer and go about their business!  It’s almost as if being friendly is a crime.

I’m lucky enough to be able to travel, but while I’m in this green and pleasant land, I’ll try and spread some of that Canarian charm and cheer to all I meet, hopefully some of it will rub off! 🙂

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Relaxing day, good evening, disturbed night!

imageThis is a fairly new village named Abedas, one of the quietest, peaceful places I’ve been to over the past few days.  Overlooked by an old leper colony, it’s residents are mainly Spanish but like most villages there are some German, Dutch and English ex pats.  Abedas (pronounced Abedath) is set in a little bay about half an hours drive east along the coast from Tenerife airport.  I’m pretty sure this is where I’m going to buy a property because I felt immediately at home, almost as if Julie was whispering in my ear, telling me to settle here and write. Peter, Linda and I had an excellent tapas lunch consisting of tuna, prawns, octopus, peppers and salad along with the obligatory beers and wine, except Pete, “the apple juice king”🍻🍷😂.

imageAfter leaving Abedas we turned back westward to the little fishing village of Tajao, which reminds me a little of Polperro in Cornwall where I spent some of my childhood, busy but gently going about it’s business during peak times.  Surrounded by steep hills, Tajao is made up of two small bays, one for the port and the other a stony but beautiful beach. image

There are a few restaurants, all very busy even at this time of the year, all serving an array of dishes, the best of course being the locally caught fish which are usually displayed proudly by the the establishment owners in cold cabinets. No microwave meals here! U.K. Restaurants take note! 🍽👌👌. image Of course we even found time for Linda and Matilda to have a paddle.

I took the photo on the left in anticipation that Matilda might get a little over zealous and pull Linda into the sea!😂😂😂 Never happened imagethough and Matilda decided she would take one final gaze at the sea before we set off back home to Valle San Lorrenzo. What a lovely well behaved dog she is, that of course is a testament to the love she receives from Linda and Pete!

Anyone who knows Linda will know she is a fantastic cook, she quickly put together a delicious curry at the apartment in the evening before suggesting Peter and I took a trip up to a local bar. Of course we obliged and several drinks later returned home…..for a few more.

About four in the morning I heard my door open, Pete stumbled into my room.  “Are you ok bud?”  I asked. “Aye fine lad” was the reply, he then stumbled around the room and climbed into bed with me!  “What the f..k” I think, and shot out of bed faster than a Trident missile on its way to Russia!  I went to the lounge and decide to sleep on the couch.   Linda obviously heard me get up and came in. “Are you ok?”asks Linda ” He’s in my bloody bed!” was my answer.  She then went into overdrive,  swiftly removing the still drunk intruder from my sleeping quarters! 😳. 💤💤💤💤💤💤

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