Tom. Trouble is, you can’t get there when they need you. They’ve had a mare of a time Sunday to Monday this week, and I got out to Madrid by the skin of my teeth. The idea is sound though
The more I spend time around southerners, living like dogs to buy some tiny death box next to an airport to retire in…. the more I’m regressing back to being 19. What the **** was I thinking when I decided to grow up, when London is the alternative?
Lisbon or Madrid sounds like a great idea. Don’t mind working hard and commuting, need somewhere warmer and prettier to blow off steam at the weekends.
That or I’m going to do a PhD and never grow up.