Home Time!!!
I had a lovely run this morning, I went for a good ten miler and saw a wonderful sunrise, quite appropriate this being our last day and all!
Breakfast was a bit of a delight, I porked out with: chips, cheesy mushrooms and a bacon sarnie with lots of pepper and ketchup, it was bloody yummy. Apparently when Wendy was loitering around the buffet she saw the chips and thought who would have fried chips for breakfast, well now you know WG!
And guess what, Fred West was sat directly opposite us but I just daren’t take a photo, I had a flight to catch and I didn’t fancy spending a day or two in shackles! The piggies plates were full to the brim as per usual.
We snaffled our lunch in the form of croissants and ham and cheese and wrapped them up for later, oh and for me a boiled egg to boot. I am into a hardboiled egg for breakfast now Avid Reader.
After breakfast we spent a couple of hours by the pool before heading to the bar for a pint and to acquire a plastic half pint pot for my caravan collection. Another hour at the pool and we left our room in the hands of the maid who we left 1,000 escudos better off for the second time during our stay. Well they have, as a team worked the hardest of the lot and are very deserving of it.
The bus run to the airport was OK, after Cocktail of the day of course with our lunch in the sun at the main bar.
Check in wasn’t so good, over two hours and three queues before we got to the lounge. The flight was an hour delayed, and so I snook a rum and coke and Wendy had her usual pre-flight Brandy.
When we had boarded the Skipper told us of his frustration at the delay which was not down to anything other than local incompetence. He didn’t say it quite as blunt but I knew what he meant.
The flight was OK, the meal was a treat and the 3 bottles of wine just tipped me over the edge for a nice relaxing sleep, with Wendy being designated driver as it was a very straight 4 miles journey to the hotel.
As we landed I became aware of a horrible little child about six rows forwards, you know the one, the one that screams and cry’s extra loudly because his parents are incapable of sorting him out, they preferred to pander to him instead, it never works!
There was also a constant sneezer behind Wendy who she took a particular dislike too. She is never flying again with riff-raff types, so she says. Oh I’ll remind her of this when we book our next month in the winter sun.
Baggage collection was a doddle as was car collection, car starting, car journey or even parking. Checking in was also easy peasey and collecting the 52” pizza was no problem at all.
And so we end yet another lovely holiday, bellies full and the heating on full blast.