We’ve just been to Apolónia, an ex-pat supermarket on the Algarve which stocks all the ex-pat food and is where all the awful ex-pats go to bemoan their British pensions, buy their Mirror and Wall’s sausages and talk about NEVER GOING BACK. It was actually a very nice supermarket. They sell truffles. My supermarket doesn’t sell truffles.
We’re all nursing hangovers today after an unnecessarily big night last night. You can tell Katie’s hungover because she’s in slouchy clothes and has a shiny face. Poor Katie. She wears new Whistles trews, Manoush top and a Uniqlo t-shirt.
Catch you tomorrow. X