COLD DARK ROOM
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We were forced into a retreat to the hotel, with wifey, seriously injured being supported by the medical team (me).
Holding her up as she valiantly zigzagged home, crashing into fences, walls, chairs and tables, giggling insanely and then ordering fat to much food at a restaurant.
Goodness!
But the next day would see final victory.
Or not..............................
I declared myself Sir Adam, Knight of Tarifa.
And then I captured the castle permanently.
And then I captured the castle permanently.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Glad to hear that.
Maximum temp in Amman today is only 22deg C.
Maximum temperature in Kent today is 18C. ToastyGlad to hear that.
Maximum temp in Amman today is only 22deg C.
Too warm for Bonfire Night though. It doesn't feel right unless you're wrapped up against the frost!
Ably assisted by a rather hung-over squire wifey.
Frozen half to death, eating jacket spuds roasted in the fire wrapped in tinfoil, slurping hot coffee from polystyrene mugs. Waving sparklers.Maximum temperature in Kent today is 18C. Toasty
Too warm for Bonfire Night though. It doesn't feel right unless you're wrapped up against the frost!
Hot dogs with real sausages, the warm glow of burning neighbour's parka's hoods.
Magical, i'll grant you that.
hello adam!! loving the stories and pics .
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Hi, John!hello adam!! loving the stories and pics
Glad you're enjoying the invasion.
Tarifa is said to be the origin of the word "tariff", as it was the first port in history to charge for the use of its docks.
Here is a statue of Guzman the Good, hero of Tarifa.
wifey wanted to climb up and batter him, but i said this would be silly.
However, i challenged him to trial by combat several times, only to be told he's been dead for quite a while, which was actually something of a relief.
He was famous for the defence of Tarifa after the reconquest by Christians when the Moroccans were trying to recapture it again. The Muslim forces laid siege to the castle and had captured the local Prince, son of the King of Grenada.
"We will kill him unless you surrender", said the besieging commander.
"No you won't," said Guzman who was commander of the defenders.
"Yes we will, honestly", said the Arab gentleman.
"Go ahead then, I don't care." said Guzman.
"Look, I'll really, really kill him and your King will be very cross", said the Moor.
"Here's my knife with a specially sharp blade", retorted Guzman throwing down his favourite weapon. "Use this".
I won't go into further details, but the attackers went back to Morocco in a sulk.
You can see him in the wall painting behind wifey, throwing down his knife .
.......that would explain why it's been deserted.......
Whats that old saying.......
Once a king always a king
but once a knight is enough!
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It's actually the 18th anniversary of our first date. We celebrate that because we were married on a leap year and that only happens every 4 years.Congratulations to you both!
Are you doing something special tonight to celebrate - or cheer yourselves up
No. We went out to dinner and I bought her a necklace. But mostly our "gift" was my replacing the flooring in the house.
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It's the LACK of thought that counts.
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No John this morning?
The gift must have worked..........
The gift must have worked..........
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Good luck, Lyn.
Our conquered town.
Still no people to actually dominate.
And our hotel.
In the Peninsula War, a French army arrived outside of the walls of Tarifa a few days before Christmas 1810.
"Can we come in for some plum pudding ?" asked the French commander.
"No", replied the Spanish and British commanders from within the castle, who were friends at this time and the British had sent a thousand troops from Gibraltar to bolster the Spanish defence. " You are friends with that naughty Napoleon person."
So the Frenchman said, "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries".
And then they went home.
Napoleon was very cross with them but they protested they wanted to be at home for Christmas.
So, Bonaparte sent them back the next year with orders not to come home until they's captured at least a Christmas tree and a turkey or two.
Just before Christmas,1811, the French arrived at the gates again.
"Can we come in?", the boss asked again. "We've brought sprouts". (Napoleon had conquered most of Belgium.)
"No, you are naughty French types", replied the British and Spanish commanders, still rather hung over from the year before.
" I fart in you general direction!", shouted the French chap and proceeded to bombard the castle with cannon, presumably loaded with brussels.
The bombardment lasted all over Christmas, which at least meant the besieged couldn't hear the carol singers.
Finally, the French stopped and offered a surrender parley to the folks in Tarifa.
"Go away", replied the British commander, "It's so much hotter than Essex,even in December, I'm happy here."
"Manana", said the Spanish fellow, as they do.
"You empty-headed animal food trough wipers!" yelled the Frenchman, "I will now taunt you for a second time!"
But it started to rain so he went off to find an umbrella.
On the 30th of December it rained a lot.
And then some.
The next day the French chap went to his artillery commander and ordered him to use real iron cannonballs as they had run out of sprouts.
"Okey dokey", said the bombardier. But then they found they had a problem.
All their gunpowder was damp and unusable.
So on the 31st of December they all went home leaving the British and Spanish to celebrate new year with lots of Cognac
The French commander went home happily enough to a belated New Years do.
With Napoleon brandy, of course.
Napoleon was not happy.
Still no people to actually dominate.
And our hotel.
In the Peninsula War, a French army arrived outside of the walls of Tarifa a few days before Christmas 1810.
"Can we come in for some plum pudding ?" asked the French commander.
"No", replied the Spanish and British commanders from within the castle, who were friends at this time and the British had sent a thousand troops from Gibraltar to bolster the Spanish defence. " You are friends with that naughty Napoleon person."
So the Frenchman said, "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries".
And then they went home.
Napoleon was very cross with them but they protested they wanted to be at home for Christmas.
So, Bonaparte sent them back the next year with orders not to come home until they's captured at least a Christmas tree and a turkey or two.
Just before Christmas,1811, the French arrived at the gates again.
"Can we come in?", the boss asked again. "We've brought sprouts". (Napoleon had conquered most of Belgium.)
"No, you are naughty French types", replied the British and Spanish commanders, still rather hung over from the year before.
" I fart in you general direction!", shouted the French chap and proceeded to bombard the castle with cannon, presumably loaded with brussels.
The bombardment lasted all over Christmas, which at least meant the besieged couldn't hear the carol singers.
Finally, the French stopped and offered a surrender parley to the folks in Tarifa.
"Go away", replied the British commander, "It's so much hotter than Essex,even in December, I'm happy here."
"Manana", said the Spanish fellow, as they do.
"You empty-headed animal food trough wipers!" yelled the Frenchman, "I will now taunt you for a second time!"
But it started to rain so he went off to find an umbrella.
On the 30th of December it rained a lot.
And then some.
The next day the French chap went to his artillery commander and ordered him to use real iron cannonballs as they had run out of sprouts.
"Okey dokey", said the bombardier. But then they found they had a problem.
All their gunpowder was damp and unusable.
So on the 31st of December they all went home leaving the British and Spanish to celebrate new year with lots of Cognac
The French commander went home happily enough to a belated New Years do.
With Napoleon brandy, of course.
Napoleon was not happy.
