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BonysLadenEspana
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Well, my big toe looks like one of those big salchichas you see hanging up in the supermercado. Think it might be an unnoticed mozzie attack but BonyLadette reverts to her usual caring self. " First signs of gout, me lad, told you it would all catch up on you one day !!! ".
So can't get an appointment with El Medico til later this morning ( thank gawd I'm not in the UK !!! ) so to cheer myself up I suggest a take away pizza and a glass of vino or two ( this went down like a lead balloon with madame) in front of the TV and the big match.
So allowing myself plenty of time I hobble on down the square with a carpet slipper on me good foot to Manduca. Those in the know around here reckon they're the best pizzas in town. Huge selection so I settle on a good couple ( Seafood for BLT and meaty mixture para mi). Had a nice copa of vino whilst cooking ( Ssssscchhhh, keep that to yourselves) and stagger back home with the boxes under my arm.
Run into Jose Uno on the corner and exchange pleasantries. Then I make a mistake and pronounce Barca wrong. Jose then proceeds to give me a spanish phonetic lesson and gets his pen out and scrawls words and sounds all over the pizza boxes ( Seriously guy's, do you think I could make this stuff up ? )
Home in time for the kick off, BLT asks what the writing is all over the boxes and I reply , lying through my teeth, " they are the instructions for a perfect pizza I've just bought home !!! "
They were very good, so give em a try folks.
The footy as they say is history now.
If I end up in hospital , folks, uvas negras por favor !!!
BonysLad

So can't get an appointment with El Medico til later this morning ( thank gawd I'm not in the UK !!! ) so to cheer myself up I suggest a take away pizza and a glass of vino or two ( this went down like a lead balloon with madame) in front of the TV and the big match.
So allowing myself plenty of time I hobble on down the square with a carpet slipper on me good foot to Manduca. Those in the know around here reckon they're the best pizzas in town. Huge selection so I settle on a good couple ( Seafood for BLT and meaty mixture para mi). Had a nice copa of vino whilst cooking ( Ssssscchhhh, keep that to yourselves) and stagger back home with the boxes under my arm.
Run into Jose Uno on the corner and exchange pleasantries. Then I make a mistake and pronounce Barca wrong. Jose then proceeds to give me a spanish phonetic lesson and gets his pen out and scrawls words and sounds all over the pizza boxes ( Seriously guy's, do you think I could make this stuff up ? )
Home in time for the kick off, BLT asks what the writing is all over the boxes and I reply , lying through my teeth, " they are the instructions for a perfect pizza I've just bought home !!! "
They were very good, so give em a try folks.
The footy as they say is history now.
If I end up in hospital , folks, uvas negras por favor !!!
BonysLad