A good friend of moved back from Tenerife due to his business going tits up and the drink becoming a problem. He had nowhere to go so I put him (and his nutty GF) for a month or two to get him back on his feet. Lets just say it was’nt the smoothest of transistions back into the real world and my hospitality was stretched to it’s limits. I could write a book on the adventures of him and his alcoholic GF. He got a job and I helped him find a place and he moved out, eventually.
Anyways I get a knock on the door today and there he is, waving two hundred euro’s round at me for my trip to the alpes this weekend as thankyou for all all I had done and setting him straight.
My faith is restored if only for this evening. 😀