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BonysLad
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So it's the night of our annual community meeting ( a legal requirement of owners here in PP ). Strange affair , in our case, cos being the only Brits there , we turn up to the usual crowds of wives ( husbands tend to shun this ) and settle down to to a most incomprehensible event where there seems to be no agenda and the Administrator , out of duty, occasionally translates into the most basic pigeon english what is going on , over the excited chatter of the wives .
Benignly we smile and put our thumbs up every five minutes , not knowing whether we've exceeded the Lisbon Treaty or not but , honestly , haven't a clue what is going on . A passionate row and debate ensures with real Latin fervour for fifteen minutes , only to discover , that a small screw has come loose in the stairwell !!!!
And so we get to one of the most important bits of the night , the election of El President, and the wives go all cow eyed and cooey towards me and I realise they want me in this important post .
I shift uneasily in the synthetic leather chair , in the pregnant silence, and shock, horror the most awful farting noise erupts . So that's me power base eroded straight away ( Obviously not educated in the Nick Clegg charm school, eh guys ??? )
Only one thing for it, BonyLadette and I head straight round to the Codfather for something to eat .
Chicken Tikka Masala might now be the national dish of the British nation but you can't beat a plate of good old fish & chips . Anyway, ten minutes later we're tucking into Cod, chips and mushy peas washed down with a couple of mugs of steaming tea in their new premises . Interestingly , three quarters full of which probably half were ex pats .
Enjoyed every mouthful , real lovely jubbly !!! So if any of you guys get a craving for home , give it a whirl , you won't be disappointed .
Just gutted when Fulham lost to Atletico Madrid later in evening , and Bonyladette went all Sybil Fawlty , over the effect of the mushy peas !!!
The green, green, grass of home !!!!
BonysLad
Benignly we smile and put our thumbs up every five minutes , not knowing whether we've exceeded the Lisbon Treaty or not but , honestly , haven't a clue what is going on . A passionate row and debate ensures with real Latin fervour for fifteen minutes , only to discover , that a small screw has come loose in the stairwell !!!!
And so we get to one of the most important bits of the night , the election of El President, and the wives go all cow eyed and cooey towards me and I realise they want me in this important post .
I shift uneasily in the synthetic leather chair , in the pregnant silence, and shock, horror the most awful farting noise erupts . So that's me power base eroded straight away ( Obviously not educated in the Nick Clegg charm school, eh guys ??? )
Only one thing for it, BonyLadette and I head straight round to the Codfather for something to eat .
Chicken Tikka Masala might now be the national dish of the British nation but you can't beat a plate of good old fish & chips . Anyway, ten minutes later we're tucking into Cod, chips and mushy peas washed down with a couple of mugs of steaming tea in their new premises . Interestingly , three quarters full of which probably half were ex pats .
Enjoyed every mouthful , real lovely jubbly !!! So if any of you guys get a craving for home , give it a whirl , you won't be disappointed .
Just gutted when Fulham lost to Atletico Madrid later in evening , and Bonyladette went all Sybil Fawlty , over the effect of the mushy peas !!!
The green, green, grass of home !!!!
BonysLad
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