Posted on March 31, 2008 by John Heald
I smell………….I have been flying for 8 hours…..I just got home and boy do I need a shower……all I need to do is to act rude and coupled with the stench emanating from my body I could walk around the streets of Paris and blend in with no
problem at all.
Good Evening. It’s 6 pm here [...]
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Posted on March 30, 2008 by John Heald
I shall miss the Piazza; it’s become my favorite place to blog. The waitress knows to bring me an espresso and a bottle of water without me having to ask and even though I cannot have one, the sight and smell of the doughnuts, pastries and toffee apples make for a great atmosphere to write [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2008 by John Heald
She has put up with the packing, unpacking, and packing again. She has put up with me blogging when I should have been romancing. She has put up with my underwear on the floor, the toilet seat being in the wrong position and nursed me when Monsieur Bell came to stay………….so I decided that [...]
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Posted on March 28, 2008 by John Heald
The alarm on my raspberry went off this morning at 6:45 am…………………….bugger.
The Emerald Princess arrived in St. Thomas today and because we previously went to the Bahamas and were now in U.S. territory all 3,400 of us have to line up and show our passports………..more about that in a moment.
Getting out of bed was not [...]
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