Saw a novel breakfast this morning. Take one piece of thick sliced toast. Spread with thick layer of chocolate spread. Sprinkle raisins on top and then lay a slice of ham on top of that. Marvellous eh?
It’s very overcast today so we went for a stroll into town to find out the most convenient way to get to Barcelona. We’ve already booked ourselves into a Barcelona hotel for tomorrow night, Pauline did that back home before we came, so we just have to arrange our transport. We discovered we could either go by bus and train or direct by air-conditioned coach which they call a bus as well. The direct route is quicker if slightly more expensive but much more convenient so we booked ourselves onto the 10.45 bus for the following morning. After we’d got our tickets we wandered off to look around the shops. Well Pauline did. I stood around a lot.
When we got back to the hotel room Pauline suddenly noticed that her bag was broken. She had a straw shoulder bag which had split a few inches from the seam, but on closer inspection it hadn’t split at all. Some bastard had cut the bag in a neat line through the bag and lining from top to bottom in an attempt to get at the contents. Nothing was missing luckily but in retrospect Pauline did remember being jostled around by the bus station and having to keep a firm hold on her bag. It was pure luck that they didn’t manage to steal her purse because the side of the bag was gaping open and even more lucky that nothing had dropped out while she was wandering around.
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