I just knew when I got up, it was going to be one of those days today. We were popping into Alicante with Natalee, to do some shopping. The thing is, our beaten up old Opal Corsa, rarely leaves Gran Alacant, so even driving the short distance, to the other side of Alicante, can be a bit of a chore. True to form, the car broke down on the highway, on the way home. Luckily Darrell had paid for recovery, on his insurance plan, a first for him. There was only enough room for two in the recovery vehicle,  so I sat waiting in the hot sun, until Paul, my knight in shining armour arrived to take me home, rather burnt and in need of a beer.  Four beers, a bailey's for Paul, some left over Birthday cake  and some fish and chips later, I was fine. I knew there was a reason I shouldn't have left the house today....Bloody cars!
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