A note from Lord Beeforth's secretary.....
On a day when Moroccan families have ritually slaughtered a sheep each and community barbecues have sprung up all over the medina, our fearless adventurer is in bed with a woollen hat and long johns on. It appears that no matter how warm the winter, colds and lurgy are still abundant. He has African Man Flu.
So, today he's asked me to update you all instead. It certainly gives me break from the roof terrace and trying to protect my off blue scottish pelt from becoming lobster red!
After many, many, many international phone calls, quite a large dollop of stress, multiple visits to the garage and an anxious wait outside the DHL office in Marrakesh, Lucy's spare parts have arrived – Hoorah!
Aziz, the only person who's made any sense in this whole thing drove the van here himself, greeting 'Mr Andrew' with a parcel as everyone was trying to pack up for the Moroccan equivalent of Christmas.
A huge thanks to everyone who's been checking on progress here, and in particular to the crack team of international internet stalkers – Karen, Steve and Susan (my sis) – who've kept us up to date with the parcel's progress from Birmingham, Heathrow, Paris, Brussells to Casablanca where it finally got stuck in customs and was freed by Aziz yesterday.
My journey's ending where it began and I'm flying back to Scotland on Monday morning whilst Andy pays (hopefully) his last visit to the VW garage and Hamid. All toes and fingers are crossed for a speedy escape from Marrakech and a smooth trip North,
Virginia
PS despite it all, we've had a lovely time - lots of tourist type stuff, some beautiful places, generous hosts, too much Hotel Ali pizza, some fine dining, egg and potato butties from a street stall, a whole lot of laughing, gin rummy and mint tea.....
So, today he's asked me to update you all instead. It certainly gives me break from the roof terrace and trying to protect my off blue scottish pelt from becoming lobster red!
After many, many, many international phone calls, quite a large dollop of stress, multiple visits to the garage and an anxious wait outside the DHL office in Marrakesh, Lucy's spare parts have arrived – Hoorah!
Aziz, the only person who's made any sense in this whole thing drove the van here himself, greeting 'Mr Andrew' with a parcel as everyone was trying to pack up for the Moroccan equivalent of Christmas.
A huge thanks to everyone who's been checking on progress here, and in particular to the crack team of international internet stalkers – Karen, Steve and Susan (my sis) – who've kept us up to date with the parcel's progress from Birmingham, Heathrow, Paris, Brussells to Casablanca where it finally got stuck in customs and was freed by Aziz yesterday.
My journey's ending where it began and I'm flying back to Scotland on Monday morning whilst Andy pays (hopefully) his last visit to the VW garage and Hamid. All toes and fingers are crossed for a speedy escape from Marrakech and a smooth trip North,
Virginia
PS despite it all, we've had a lovely time - lots of tourist type stuff, some beautiful places, generous hosts, too much Hotel Ali pizza, some fine dining, egg and potato butties from a street stall, a whole lot of laughing, gin rummy and mint tea.....
Thank you Miss Anderson (despite the reference to African Man Flu)............. here's hoping we both get the hell out of here tomorrow .......... nothing personal to either Virginia or Morocco, but too much of a good thing etc
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