aaaaah... Memories memories of my 50th birthday.
Marge's apartment is lovely and has a great garden.
It wasn't to warm, so off we went in to Alvor.
A few wines/vodka's latter and the various subjects/comments flowed.... Vagina's, orgasms and the female anatomy... Lets just say I will leave it at that shall I?
We had a lovely supper (monk fish kebab??) at a resturant in Alvor and ended up at an Irish pub called The Black Stove. Keith is the regular singer there and I think Marge had heard him sing a thousand times before, be we had a great night.. dancing away!!
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