Waiting to load Tesco Brillo pads in Madrid in the nineties. Got there early and chap kept shouting ‘ocho, ocho! maรฑana. Ocho. Maรฑana. Ocho!’ to an increasingly bewildered man and his son. They’d gone home by time we worked out he meant 8 in morning! This was only something like Dads 3rd or 4th trip abroad and my second (first for both of us was Germany).
Like me Dad has always enjoyed variety and in that job one week he could be delivering to Madrid the next he’s hauling logs off a Welsh mountain.
Have a great weekend one and all and thank you for watching my rambles.
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