Nobody move, Nobody gets hurt.....

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In the cold light of day the little studio at the resort is perfect, but like I say, in the cold light of day it's bloody freezing! My cheery 'good morning, mon ami' was greeted with complaints of frostbite and the merits of having a snugly fitted patio door! Still, the place had started to look quite homely, with the contents of the massive luggage strewn all over the place and yesterday's underpants hanging from the chandelier.
The 1000 room apartment complex has a lovely pool and plenty of plastic seating, easily enough to cater for the 17 elderly coffin dodgers that would appear to be staying here with us over the festive period. The problem being that until the sun gets up over the yard arm none of us are likely to be brave enough to slip into the speedo's and do a few lengths.
Breakfast was taken in a nice terrace lounge and a stroll around the grounds revealed that we were probably going to be bored stiff unless we upped our game. The ' every 15 minute free bus' beckoned and we just didn't care where it was going to take us....so we waited.....and waited.....and waited......when it didn't arrive after 2 hours we set off walking to take in the sights and delights of downtown Albufeira and managed to get about 300yds away from the hotel.....the 'all day happy hour' signage had worked it's magic and found us settled down with a glass of Portuguese red in the December sunshine, under the scattered clouds, all was peaceful in the world.....tell you what, let's just stop here.....
 


 This post blog title was inspired today by...'We Are Scientists.......Nobody move, Nobody gets hurt......a single from the album 'With Love and Squalor'....and a memorable night at 53 degrees in Preston with the fellow I'm sat next to......


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