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... people out of the way, and I manage to slide through the door on the left as it was closing. I guess when this was happening the guy was yelling down the stairs "It's the wrong train! Not this train!!!". So I'm yelling at Nicola to get in the train, as I see her standing outside facing the closed doors with her hand straight out stuck between the door. Everyone inside starts trying to get the door open as she's yelling to me to get off the ...
... tiny cups with ice-cream and a little plastic spoon to eat it. I was quite amused by the fact that they sold ice-cream in the theatre, so I asked the woman from EF, Helen, why they sell ice-cream in the theatre. She simply responded "Why not?". So we ate our ice-cream, soothed our sore throats (we are a few) and felt very pleased with ourselves!
After that, I've just been ill. I actually started feeling ill on monday, but I thought that I'm going to be "well" until ...
... was a welcome attraction and the beach was big with decent surf. Shame there was nowhere I could get a board. A fisherman’s village called Newport in the state of Oregon was next. Although along the way we stopped off at a Zoo which was good fun and great for Ellison. Typically, while in Newport we enjoyed fish and chips, although nobody do chip shop chips like the Brits do! While in Newport we visited an Aquarium before continuing the drive up the Oregon coast and inland ...
... an enjoyable vibe. Lunch called so we strolled down the Lane, a bustling little shopping street that could almost fir a lorry, to the Roccoco for paninis and coffee. Another round of people watching as we enjoyed very fresh, nicely toasted focaccia bread. The 2 hour parking ended all too quickly so it was back to Corsa and on the road to home with A quick stop at Sainburys to replace the French press that hadn't survived the morning ...
... I had the turkeys across my knee. A combination of leaning your hand in the wrong place and directing their ***** in the wrong direction can mean that your leg gets covered in ****. I learned after the first day to wear my waterproofs at all time, and I got better at holding their ***** away from me. So I can now say that I've plucked a turkey, but I didn't like doing it, and I don't particularly ever want to do it again.
A few more minor grumbles. I definitely felt like ...
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