Holiday within a holiday

Just returning from a work day trip to Dublin. One of the taxi drivers I took confided in me about his secret holidays-within-holidays.

He’s about to go to Lanzarote for a fortnight. Each morning he will get up at 6am and go to a fisherman’s bar. There, he will sink three or four pints and still get back to the sun lounger before his unsuspecting wife wakes up.

By carlosfandango

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