Cuckoos In The Nest

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I called Mary Doll and Victor tonight as they have just returned from holiday in Porto.

Mary Doll said that the holiday had been nice but hadn’t started off smoothly.

When they had arrived in Porto, Mary Doll saw a taxi driver in the distance holding up a sign with her name. She went to get Victor (who was looking elsewhere) and they jumped into the taxi. They were met at the apartment by a property manager who showed them round, gave them a welcome drink and even took them to the shops so they could get the essentials for the morning. The suitcases had just been unpacked when there was a knock at the door.

Another property manager type was standing there with a couple who were slightly confused to find Mary Doll and Victor in the apartment they had booked!

Turned out that the taxi driver wasn’t the same one that Mary Doll had originally spotted! In fairness, she had thought he looked different and even mentioned it to Victor but the driver assured them all was ok - “yes, yes.” This was mainly due to the fact that he didn’t speak a word of English!

So, the squatters had to repack all their stuff.

At least they had finished their welcome drink. Probably would have been bad form to down it in front of the rightful tenants!

C