As the Greeks succinctly put it, whom the Gods wish to destroy they first send mad. Well, the bastards nearly sent me yon way. We left our Borders home, delivered the car to Jim Darling at the car auctions and took a hotel at the airport prior to our flight to Cardiff.
It was probably something to do with the humping of 60 odd boxes (2cuft.each) that either dislodged my stent or tore the surrounding tissue, but the result was severe pain all the way from Wales to Herrera Del Duque. I have now arranged to see medics here as pain is ongoing but will save the next piece of jolly talk for the next blog.
Overall I was convinced the Gods had conspired against me.
Jollier blog to follow concerning our picaresque neighbours and their secretive hunting exploits. The Italian word omerta makes the Sicilians seem positively gregarious next to this band of brothers (literally everyone is a cousin). Let it be known that you need something and Lo, it can be arranged and pronto..
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