In Amsterdam without my wingman Paul. Shame sarah and paul arnet in attendance. Just sat in a coffee shop with Mrs G tasting a bit of the local..... Tea!
An interesting day so far, seen a lot of women in windows, one of them maybe in the Olympics one day she had a sign saying ping pong pro, I bet her dads proud.
Every time I come here I still think its pretty and nothing surprises me really.
Had A coffee this morning for breakfast, the man asked how I wanted it, I said big and black like my car. I think he'll never understand English humour.
On a serious note, what does black Beth need? Nothing at the moment but prevention is better than the cure, she may need a new oil seal and whilst I'm there do I need DMF and flywheel whilst the gearbox is out. Feels like open heart surgery for the girl. Paul feels my pain. The thing is I know my mondeo I know when she's grumpy when she wants to go and when she twitches in corners.
It would be mad to get rid of her, so I think, stick with what you know!
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