I was bone weary tired. I was tired in a way that only a night of over exuberance can create.  Where my sugar levels were crashing hourly.  Where diet coke  was providing only momentary relief and where my body was staging a protest about the white wine I had forced it to consume the night…

25th May 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…

Dear Legs, I thought I ought to send you a quick note.  You may or may not have noticed that I have been writing to the postman recently but today I thought I would take a break and pen you some words instead. I am not sure if you have realised but we are ‘abroad’.…

Dear Mr Postman, Ahoy there, greetings from the Atlantic Ocean matey. Do I sound authentic?  Do I sound like a pirate Mr P? Well I should because we just spent a fair few euro’s to embark on a sailing adventure over the ocean on a real life, bonafide, pirate ship. Now we were sold a…

More postcards from what now seems like a long ago holiday in Portugal 24th May, Dear Mr Postman, Got a text from my mum today, hear the weather ain’t great so hope doing the round isn’t too tough.  You should think about transferring to the Algarve, it is stunning here, the temperatures hit 28 today.…