Thence to ex-Ty-Rex to check that the food was still good (anchovy salad in my case, very good) and there found the Junior Matthews' getting a takeaway pizza... they leave today but are sending John and Margaret back soon. All well.
Dear Bob got a burnt nose in Porto which must be kept covered for the time. Rather fetching though the parrots don't like it; a threatening beak, perhaps.
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