It's that time of year. The time when I pack up my suitcase and worry twice as much about work as I do when I'm actually supposed to be working. This year's photo scrapbook will be of Marbella.When I return it may be to resign. Something for me to think about.
Actually I´m in Puerto Banus which is where I keep my yacht. It´s tiny but full of designer shops, Versace, etc etc , all the names. You can walk to Marbella along the coast, only about 20 minutes.
Sun tan is as ever not appearing. When I return remind me to blog about meeting the Spanish Big Brother winner Yola. Grandes tetes. Or the millionaires wedding at Olivier Vallere in Marbella (I was the only non millionaire at the wedding, the other 120 were). Or the Puente Romano Hotel. Marbella´s a bit of a dump actually compared to this place.
I've decided, rather anally, to bring over all my posts from my first blog, started in Dec. 2004. Through my archives below you therefore get the pleasure of seeing me painfully learn the nuances of blog and www, evolving before your very eyes. I'm groaning as I read.....it's like watching a car crash.
For anything prior to the move to Blogger in April 2006 there won't be any comments on posts, links may not work or references to where else on the blog you might find something will clearly be a load of cac.
10 comments:
Live large
Arrive alive and hurry back before we take over your business
if it's not too much trouble, would you bring me a t-shirt? something that makes it look like I've actually been there?
I.am.so.jealous.
You deserve a break, I hope you enjoy yourself.
I've given in lots of thought and decided we really should trade jobs, Monty. Just let me know what to wear for my first day.
Ola, que pasa.
All, just a quickie.
Actually I´m in Puerto Banus which is where I keep my yacht. It´s tiny but full of designer shops, Versace, etc etc , all the names. You can walk to Marbella along the coast, only about 20 minutes.
Sun tan is as ever not appearing. When I return remind me to blog about meeting the Spanish Big Brother winner Yola. Grandes tetes.
Or the millionaires wedding at Olivier Vallere in Marbella (I was the only non millionaire at the wedding, the other 120 were).
Or the Puente Romano Hotel.
Marbella´s a bit of a dump actually compared to this place.
Thanks for looking in.
Muah, muah. Hasta la vista.
Wow, you said "yacht" not boat. Sigh.
I take it the wedding wasn't a cash bar. Sigh.
Hope you're having fun!
" thats where I keep my yacht"
Wanna get married? ;-)
Melissa
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