I am in the greatest of moods today, decided on a hotel for Amsterdam and the Men of Malaga have given the nod, we've chosen the riffiest hotel going but as Lloyd Cole used to say "A lost weekend in a Hotel in Amsterdam" where is that man now? He always used to look like he had a mouth ulcer.
This morning I was looking for the postman but he didn't come, we have found a perfect flat in the Isle of Wight and have booked an appointment to view on Friday which is lucky hapt as we were going to Portsmouth with the Twitchen & Burley girls anyway.
We must pass water to get over to the Island, naturally, and I am keen for T&B to make the crossing with us so we have an impartial view of the property. Trouble is once they hear the 'ting a ling' of the checkouts at Gunwharf Quay they will be lost to us.
It does sound rather splendid with far reaching sea views.
I have been informed by the lady friend that our champagne lifestyles will not have to suffer with house ownership but just incase I intend to lay a few bottles down and cover any eventualities.
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