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welshbeef
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yep its everyones dream to live in mallorca, even better if you can make a living here. Since we opened our bar we have had all sorts of problems to get over.Example of this is as follows
In the middle of the afternoon I have run out of gas for my beer. So I have no choice I have to go to san miguel and change it. ( I never thought of checking the spare bottle until it was to late. ANyway there I am runnuing down the hill with a gas bottle on my shoulder. Sweating pints. Get to the car drive like stirling moss to san miguel. I pay €50 for gas and head home. All smiles until I turn on the gas and find they have sold me an empty bottle. So off I go again running down the hill with a gas bottle etc. I get to San miguel and they say no way. I say suit your self I am staying here until you replace the bottle and then I say ok rip out your kit from my bar. Ahhhhh that worked I got a spare as well.
Then one sunny afternoon a strange looking lady plonks herself down on our terrace. and demands a beer. I say t o my partner weird lookiing woman that. She calls me over and says can I give her a light I oblige and she strokes my hands. So I go next door and ask my spanish neighbour teach my a few lines of spanish so I can evict this woman. She looks over and laughs and says thats no woman its a man. He/ she is well known round here.
I am a plumber really and I am doing my best to do my job out front serving. And I must say I am enjoying it. But the hardest is when people walk past your place go in next door and have a breakfast. For god,s sake he cooks square eggs . TRUE !!!!!!
smiles and says to myself... oh here comes another customer
In the middle of the afternoon I have run out of gas for my beer. So I have no choice I have to go to san miguel and change it. ( I never thought of checking the spare bottle until it was to late. ANyway there I am runnuing down the hill with a gas bottle on my shoulder. Sweating pints. Get to the car drive like stirling moss to san miguel. I pay €50 for gas and head home. All smiles until I turn on the gas and find they have sold me an empty bottle. So off I go again running down the hill with a gas bottle etc. I get to San miguel and they say no way. I say suit your self I am staying here until you replace the bottle and then I say ok rip out your kit from my bar. Ahhhhh that worked I got a spare as well.
Then one sunny afternoon a strange looking lady plonks herself down on our terrace. and demands a beer. I say t o my partner weird lookiing woman that. She calls me over and says can I give her a light I oblige and she strokes my hands. So I go next door and ask my spanish neighbour teach my a few lines of spanish so I can evict this woman. She looks over and laughs and says thats no woman its a man. He/ she is well known round here.
I am a plumber really and I am doing my best to do my job out front serving. And I must say I am enjoying it. But the hardest is when people walk past your place go in next door and have a breakfast. For god,s sake he cooks square eggs . TRUE !!!!!!
smiles and says to myself... oh here comes another customer
