Tall dark handsome naked guests...

For some reason the beginning of my blog disappeared from public view. I'm rubbish with technology but am a little bit impressed with myself that after months of trying I have sort of reinstated the beginning of my blog. I've managed to create a page of 'all blog' although the text is so pale it's practically invisible and you have to click into July to access June and May! But for me this is a techno breakthrough :) If anyone reading this knows better I'm open to help.

I've managed to shake off my Stavros admirer and now the only recent attention I've received has come via a sex shop asking me to help promote and fund their latest vibrator. Oh and I'm still receiving follows from 'sexy' girls on Twitter. I did happen to see the other day a little mate for the Mouse. I didn't think there existed a smaller vehicle than the Mouse, but there is. They would make a lovely couple.

Last night I met some of our new paying guests. Unfortunately they were in their bathroom getting dressed at the time! Earlier in the day the key to their door wouldn't work so during the evening I took the handyman upstairs (oooh lala!) having thought the guests were out for the evening, and just barged into their room to be confronted with quite an eyeful. But, in my devious mind, I'm storing this 'broken door' excuse for any tall, dark, handsome potential paying guests that may visit...

Who needs who...

Mate for Mouse...

My Mouse...

Chatted up by Stavros...

I've been 'laying low' since my drugs run. Especially as I've since found out the Mouse only has one headlight. I was lucky I wasn't pulled over with me saying 'oh I'm just holding this little package for my friend'. (Sounds quite rude that... Sorry friend!).

I did go out during the day on Wednesday. Took myself on a little road trip to Caldas Da Rainha. I parked the Mouse in a little back street and did my 'Hanzel and Gretel' trick by photographing various things to follow to find my way back. Guess which photo jogged my memory? Hmmm yes.  I spent most of the day sitting in cafes people watching, one of my favourite hobbies. Did the same yesterday, went to Coimbra and spent my day in the old town sat at pavement cafes. I did at one point think the street entertainer was a bit weird, until I realised he was just a wanna be punk high on something and not actually dancing for the crowd. The policeman seemed to calm him down somewhat.

This morning, whilst walking Milo at the lagoon I was approached and chatted up by a man. Sadly not my tall dark handsome knight in shining armour I've so often dreamed about. No, more of a Stavros lookalike wearing a wife beater vest, cap on backward sporting some multi coloured shades and originating from Wrexham of all places. He offered to walk me home, which I managed to decline, and would love to meet up the same time tomorrow. Unfortunately Milo, tomorrow's walk will be much later in the day than normal...

Yes...

Callas De Rainha...

Miami Vice and the Mouse...

I had a rather unusual Saturday night. Based on my naivety it appears I went on a 'drugs run'. I was out with friends when I was asked if I could drive a friend of a friend to the next town to pick something up. 'Oh yes that's no problem I have the mouse'.
So the gentleman hops into the mouse and off we drive. It was quite late and dark and my vision was blurred by the sea mist and lack of water for my wipers. Along the way he made various phone calls, none of which I understood, then asked me to pull into a petrol station. We went into the petrol station, bought drinks and sat back in the car. While we're sitting there blasting out some rather good 80's tunes  I ask who are we waiting for and am informed he is not sure as it is a new supplier. This is when I realise I am on a 'drugs run'.
Well I'm quite disappointed we are in a well lit, busy petrol station and not down a dark alley behind a wheelie bin wearing some form of disguise. As if to humour me the petrol station then closes shutting off all lights. So there we are sitting in the mouse on a dark forecourt waiting for the 'drug pusher'.
What if it's a set up, what if they're onto us, what if that lady closing up the shop is undercover Miami Vice? Or what if the new drug pusher don't like the look of us, or just mugs us, or even has a gun? My imagination went into overdrive and my future consisted of spending the next twenty years in a Thai prison at best, or shot dead in the mouse.
Whilst all these thoughts are running through my head a big motorbike pulled up next to my open window. I didn't know whether to put my hands up or put my foot down. Anyway the rider mumbled in a foreign language and put something in my hand. My friend had in the meantime got out the car and I'm left sitting there with 'the goods'. When he got back in the mouse I threw them at him like a hot potato, revved the engine and drove like a bat out of hell convinced we were being tailed...

Just for the record and to protect all identities (mainly me!) I know no names and saw no faces...

Me...

Men in speedos is not a good look...

Living in Portugal... I'm getting used to the fact that my steering wheel hasn't been stolen, and am learning to enter the car from the left. I'm discovering that flies don't just land on shit, they like me too. A lot. I'm accepting the fact that walking barefoot on sand every day doesn't make my feet baby soft, more like as rough as a badgers arse! I've learnt that I actually miss rain, like real heavy wet rain that warrants a big hot chocolate after the fact. I've succumbed to the 'another beer?' Oh why not the sun is shining. Hence pot belly bikini girl. I'm forgiving all the people I meet on my walks for not saying hello to me and Milo, it's just not what they do here. But I'll keep on saying hello. I'm enjoying off loading all my inner thoughts on Gran knowing she'll never tell a soul. Portugal is mainly all good for MiloandMe.

I don't know if organising a wedding is the same worldwide but Ali is organising her daughters wedding to be held in the big beach house in October and my word it's stressful. Kind of puts me off finding the man of my dreams, or at least calls for an elopement should the occasion arise. On that front there really isn't much action. As per usual I'm being extremely fussy and holding out for Mr Perfect. We have some more paying guests in the big beach house and it transpired one gentleman was single. I got quite excited until I spied him heading to the pool in his speedos. Not a sight for the faint hearted. I went to the local Festa last week but it seemed to be full of teenagers and aged DJ's. I tried the local Circus too thinking I might meet an exciting lion tamer, but the show was cancelled due to lack of visitors. So I'm back to trawling the beach in search of a sexy fisherman. Which isnt proving easy as Milo still insists on eating their catches from the buckets they leave on the shore...

Telling Gran my secrets...

Sexy DJ...

No lion tamers here... 

I'm so special...

So I'm sitting in a cafe minding my own business drinking my coffee. I start to notice that everyone is  looking at me, like really looking at me. I did happen to wash and blow dry my hair and had even worn a touch of mascara so I'm beginning to think I'm looking a little bit extra special today. That is until I stood up to leave and realise I am sitting right in front of the 'specials board' !
Later in the day I stopped for a small beer in a local bar. I checked in on Facebook and immediately got a 'like' from the dishy barman standing behind me. I thanked him on leaving, we made friends on Facebook and he promised me tapas on my return. I left the bar, once again feeling a little extra special, aware he was maybe watching me walk to my car, so I did my oh so confident 'flick the hair walk' then got into the Mouse on the wrong side!

I took the Mouse for a car wash the other day mainly to remove half the beach from it. I also now know why a beach bag is so called (see photo!). I mainly cleaned the Mouse as Mr Hunky was returning from his business trip and as he so kindly lent me the Mouse I wanted him to see what great care I was taking of it. Don't think he was that bothered about Mouses well being though, as we went to the local Festa, behaved like teenagers, and drove back at about 3 in the morning with Mr Hunky thinking it would be fun to wrap his hands over my eyes whilst I drove down the road. It most likely improved my driving!

Fantastic news on Milo and Max's friendship. They actually curled up on the couch together the other night and slept for about an hour. They still fight like big brother little brother most days but practically spooning on the couch is a big step forward...

Washing the Mouse...

Beach bag...

Best friends...