These were the words I was greeted with when Jo arrived back at her house after a hard day´s teaching. I had got there earlier in the day and caused mild panic amongst the neighbours when instead of fetching the key from the maid at number 12, I tried to fetch it from the maid at number 12B, who not only didn´t speak any english, but also (understandably) didn´t have a clue what I was talking about. So, back to the beach. One of Jo´s friends had a cousin who had a second home on the beach who wasn´t using it that weekend. Enter us. Jo, Charlene, Donna and I piled into a 4X4 and drove down there for the night - wine was drunk, gossip exchanged, we swum in the sea (and the pool!) made
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