Barthelona
November 27th 2009 I only discovered I was going to Barcelona two hours before we flew from Gatwick, thanks to Ursula playing me like a fiddle with her superior lying skills. When I guessed six weeks beforehand that we were going to Paris, she grimaced in an embarrassed way and said "don't get your hopes up". Then a couple of days before the flight I chanced upon a book on our bedroom floor called Great Hotels i
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