Phone call from Mitchell earlier this afternoon. Not see you for a long time, (just over a week, really
) how are you? Cue chats about the fuel strike, diesel, petrol, how many chickens he now has.Are you going down the bar later? No, I said, too hot. Oh, such a shame, I'll be there in about an hour
So off we go, get there about 4.30.Lots of more chatting, the Festa in Ourique, how hot it is, various bods came and we all had lots of chatting, as is normal there
How someone can be carbonized - there was a nasty accident on the IC1 this morning and the driver was burnt Then Mitchell casually drops into the conversation that he has to renew his residencia next month. I know, as I made the appointment for him and it's on my calendar, in case he forgets
You have to go anyway, don't you, he said to Grumpy, as you need to renew your driving licence. You drive, I'll pay for the petrol
So we're of to Beja next month, we can do both, as they're next door to each other in the same building and we can then do Lidl and Bricomarche.
He can buy the coffee and maybe lunch, although we don't normally do lunch.
Mates
When we got home, it was straight into the pool again. Grumpy just stripped off by the pool and jumped in
That was heaven, sheer heaven Not him stripping orf, just the water
he needs to lose about 6 stone before it's heaven 
got to love Mitch 
