Dear Mr Postman,
Bit of a odd start Mr P today. I think I mentioned before we are good holiday ‘joiner inners’ and the kids like to join any competition going. Before noon today, Twin Boy had swam his boat in the pool, had a game of football and played killer pool. The pool entertainment team are excellent Mr P, young lads and lasses who work ridiculously hard to ensure we have a good time.
Anyway, during an intense game of table tennis, he who helped create them got chatting to one of the entertainers and realised that we saw him perform a few years ago when we holidayed in Fueterventura. Again, that team from Thomas Cook were a belting group, and the twins adored one chap in particular who seemed to go out of his way to make their holiday the greatest.
He died Mr P. We found out today. In Thailand, I don’t know how, why or when but it has really knocked the wind out of me. He can’t have been more than twenty five.
Spending these long sunny days with the kids Mr P, well it makes you appreciate them more. Having nothing more to worry about than when to apply more lotion makes it easy to have fun. Finding out this young lad has died feels like an elbow in my ribs, a reminder to savour every second and to live in the moment, we simply don’t know our future.
So today has been about splashing in the pool, eating warm chips on plastic sun loungers and drinking San Miguel whilst hearing the kids giggle and play.
Today, I appreciated the moments.
Long may it continue Mr P,
(Three more sleeps)
Love Jane (and the gang)
To read more Postcards From Portugal check out these post’s:
Day One: Needles and Vino
Day Two: Raining on our parade
Day three: Thongs and arse cracks
Day four: Beating the kids
Day Five: How a skinful leads to Agadoo
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