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Hostels and Hotels in Chester
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Bagillt, Birkenhead, Buckley, Chester, Deeside, Ellesmere Port, Flint, Holywell, Mold, Neston, Prenton, Wallasey, Wirral
For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.
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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.
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Did you come to Tenerife by yourself?’ continued Joy. No. I come with boyfriend but now I have big trouble.’ Her head lowered even more. Why, what’s happened?’ asked Joy. My boyfriend he leave. I nowhere stay,’ answered the girl sadly. ‘I need find apartment.’
Bagillt, Birkenhead, Buckley, Chester, Deeside, Ellesmere Port, Flint, Holywell, Mold, Neston, Prenton, Wallasey, Wirral
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! Get back in bed and stop being an idiot.’ Meekly I obliged but I kept hold of one of my weapons just in case. As it was, my ungainly battle tactics weren’t needed again. My eyes jerked open as, from behind the curtain, a huge lizard sprinted over to where the gloating insect was now resting and disposed of it with one quick flick of its tongue. Great, we now had a carnivorous reptile to fend off instead. If we could just find a large cat to dispose of the lizard, then a mean dog to clear up the cat, a vicious bear to get rid of the dogÂ… and so on. It must have been an hour later before I finally dozed off with my head full of spiralling images of creatures at ascending levels in the food chain. Then without warning, Joy let out a scream. As we both sat bolt upright she screamed again and head-butted me on her rapid evacuation from the room. With a throbbing temple, swirling confusion and not a little fear, I raced after her. Something just fell on me. Something heavy. Go and see what it is,’ she blubbered.
At 5.30 we returned to the bar to get it ready for the usual six o’clock start. The preparation was kept to a minimum during this quiet time, a bit of salad to chop, Canarian potatoes to boil and a few chicken fillets to tenderise. I grabbed an iceberg lettuce from one of the Tupperwares in the fridge, twisted the stalk off and held it in the sink while I turned on the tap. Nothing happened. I remembered Frank’s mission and reached further under the sink for the pedal with my foot. I probed from side to side but failed to locate the new installation. Even when I stepped back to peer underneath there still didn’t seem to be a pedal. I was just about to phone Frank to ask him what went wrong, when I noticed the shiny edge of new stainless steel hidden behind the rubbish bin three feet to the right. Now on all fours, I pressed it with my hand and, sure enough, a whoosh of water could be heard overhead in the sink. However, when I tried to turn it on standing in front of the sink, I discovered it was just a few inches beyond reach. I bent my left leg and pointed my right foot like an overweight ballerina but it was futile. It was impossible to stand at the sink and use the foot tap at the same time. Frank entered the bar. ‘Thought you might need this,’ he said. He held out an old golf club, a nine-iron to be exact. ‘It’s one of Danny’s. He’ll never know, he’s got loads.’ I opened my mouth but words failed me. I stood back as Frank stood in front of the sink, prodding at the foot pedal with the club. ‘Hmm, you’ve still got to lean a bit. Might be better with a wood.’ Frank? Call me simple, but I kind of assumed you’d be able to use the foot pedal with your foot,’ I said.