
Money has changed hands and the sale is complete. I’ve just sold my family home to a man named Pavol who, I think, may have come from the Czech Republic. I’m now officially homeless as well as jobless.
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Money has changed hands and the sale is complete. I’ve just sold my family home to a man named Pavol who, I think, may have come from the Czech Republic. I’m now officially homeless as well as jobless.
Fact; it’s always sunny in Broadstairs. Whenever I visit my Brother and Sister-in-Law the weather never fails to deliver and this time was no exception.
We head down to the restaurant for breakfast. Our aim is the same as the previous mornings; to stuff our faces with as much food as possible and smuggle out a ham roll for a packed lunch.
Early morning in Berlin is bright and dry and we are walking with backpacks in the rough direction of our next accommodation that we can’t check-in to for another eight hours.
I normally plod along the motorway doing 65 but today we were in danger of missing our ferry so I may have inadvertently been speeding at some point.
The day starts badly; we’ve been stuck in a traffic jam for two hours just inside the German border and there’s still several hundred kilometres to go before we reach our destination – Munich.
We’ve woken to glorious sunshine – at last! I let out a big sigh of relief as I settle into my chair on our balcony with a hastily made cup of tea. A beautiful view of Lake Garda greets me.