We've just come back from a few days in sunny Portugal, spending some time with a couple of friends, so we're still acclimatising back into everyday life at the moment, but feeling very refreshed.
Myself aside, none of us had flown before, so it was a whole new experience for the rest of the tribe to encounter and negotiate the gamut of airport security before boarding the medium sized metal bird that was to propel us south for two and a half hours to sunnier climes.
The villa we were staying in was nothing short of stunning, with our bedroom being larger than the entire ground floor space of our house here in the UK, and that's before even considering the games room and a cinema that I could quite happily move into and never leave again.
Portugal itself was stunning - hot and dry, but not stifling, it is such a departure from the landscape and sights of the UK, complete with stray dogs, stucco villas, blue, blue sea and the best fish that I have tasted in a long, long time.
With our friends we go-carted, we golfed, we drank wine and smoked cigars (well, I did anyway), and played in the pool (which was ice cold thanks to the heating being on the fritz but strangely refreshing and vital because of it) and the jacuzzi.
We ate barbecue, chicken curry and I even cooked one of my famous, huge full English breakfasts which rose from my plate like a bacon, egg, friend bread and bean version of the mashed potato Devil's Mountain from Close Encounters.
Feeliing much relaxed and rested, we reluctantly returned to the UK on Sunday to find that I had matched five numbers on the lottery! Sadly, though, so had six hundred or so other people, so I'm writing this from the usual place, rather than in retirement!
Tuesday 17 February 2009
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