Some Qualities About Living Abroad
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Living in Egypt the working week is Sunday to Thursday, don't mind having Friday off, still can't get used to working Sunday.
Anyway, Thursday 1.pm and the weekend starts. Mrs HC is in the UK, so I am home alone. F
ed my foot up so not going out on the razz tonight.
On the way home, brainwave. Phone up the the pizza shop also phone up the local Drinkies shop. Arrived home, there are my last two beers in the fridge. They lasted , well almost, long enough until the pizza arrived, closely followed by a little man with 24 cold beers and couple bottles of wine.
So here I am Thursday afternoon, weekend has started, full of stuffed crust pizza, on the second bottle of Cape Bay, twenty four bottles of local Stella to aim for.
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow?
Anyway, Thursday 1.pm and the weekend starts. Mrs HC is in the UK, so I am home alone. F
ed my foot up so not going out on the razz tonight. On the way home, brainwave. Phone up the the pizza shop also phone up the local Drinkies shop. Arrived home, there are my last two beers in the fridge. They lasted , well almost, long enough until the pizza arrived, closely followed by a little man with 24 cold beers and couple bottles of wine.
So here I am Thursday afternoon, weekend has started, full of stuffed crust pizza, on the second bottle of Cape Bay, twenty four bottles of local Stella to aim for.
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow?
Hairy Cornflake said:
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow?
Fire up a barbeque! Or do some desert exploration.Fancy buying a camel?

Is this local to you?
http://www.ghibliraceway.com/
Edited by soad on Thursday 4th March 13:44
Hairy Cornflake said:
Living in Egypt the working week is Sunday to Thursday, don't mind having Friday off, still can't get used to working Sunday.
Anyway, Thursday 1.pm and the weekend starts. Mrs HC is in the UK, so I am home alone. F
ed my foot up so not going out on the razz tonight.
On the way home, brainwave. Phone up the the pizza shop also phone up the local Drinkies shop. Arrived home, there are my last two beers in the fridge. They lasted , well almost, long enough until the pizza arrived, closely followed by a little man with 24 cold beers and couple bottles of wine.
So here I am Thursday afternoon, weekend has started, full of stuffed crust pizza, on the second bottle of Cape Bay, twenty four bottles of local Stella to aim for.
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow?
How exactly does that experience equate to a "quality about living abroad"? Other than the fact you are starting on Thursday rather than Friday you could be doing the same in just about anywhere in the UK.Anyway, Thursday 1.pm and the weekend starts. Mrs HC is in the UK, so I am home alone. F
ed my foot up so not going out on the razz tonight. On the way home, brainwave. Phone up the the pizza shop also phone up the local Drinkies shop. Arrived home, there are my last two beers in the fridge. They lasted , well almost, long enough until the pizza arrived, closely followed by a little man with 24 cold beers and couple bottles of wine.
So here I am Thursday afternoon, weekend has started, full of stuffed crust pizza, on the second bottle of Cape Bay, twenty four bottles of local Stella to aim for.
Wonder what I'll do tomorrow?
I think you should go home and see your wife or get out more or something....
So they still do the local Stella. Does the bottle still say Export Lager Beer ? As if they couldn't make up their mind what it was so covered all bases 
Do you hold each bottle up to the light to see if there are any 'bits' floating in it ? We used to get a case in th ecamp every day, two bottles each and if you got thee first you checked out which bottles had least bits and hid them. My favourite stashing place was underneath the ice in the icemaking machine.
I worked out in the desert - cant remember the spelling but it was pronounced something like Rah Shakia, well it was over 30 years ago now.

Do you hold each bottle up to the light to see if there are any 'bits' floating in it ? We used to get a case in th ecamp every day, two bottles each and if you got thee first you checked out which bottles had least bits and hid them. My favourite stashing place was underneath the ice in the icemaking machine.
I worked out in the desert - cant remember the spelling but it was pronounced something like Rah Shakia, well it was over 30 years ago now.
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