Plugged in to our headsets on the bus, we were never quite sure whether we had passed the landmarks they were describing, or whether we hadn’t reached them yet. And the commentary was interspersed with some “interesting” Portuguese songs, one which sounded like the female singer had hiccups or was being tickled.
After last year’s debacle of being cold and wet in York for our anniversary, we thought we’d risk being cold and wet a little bit further afield this year. Which is how we found ourselves in Porto at the end of November…
November was all about murder mysteries, a new contender for my favourite Sunday Roast, and a quick jaunt to Portugal. And now its December we can finally mention the “C” word…..
This year’s anniversary jaunt sees us sampling port in Porto…But what else is there to see and do?
Whodunnit? I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you…
…I accepted that every computer would try and auto correct my name to “Enamel”. Or “Emmanuelle”. Yes, like she of the early 70s French softcore porn movies…
Last week I went to my second Brum Bloggers event at the sparkly and pink Ana Rocha Bar in the Jewellery Quarter. How did I get on this time around?
A Brummie Home and Abroad gets snippy with people that don’t “get” Birmingham…