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One of the challenges of travelling with a 14 year old is balancing a lifestyle of energy and negativity. We decided to hire bicycles today. The combination of Metro travel not being the place you would like to be (not being lost) and the bicycle shop constantly moving resulted in the situation of when we arrived at the bike shop it was empty of the two wheeled machines. This of course to a 14 year old meant that all bike shops were empty. We persevered in opposition to the negativity and found a bike shop full of the very things we were looking for. The other balance to 14 year old negativity is 50 year old gloating. I am hoping I have lost at least three stone riding round Barcelona am sure on my return to blighty those dammed scales will lie to me one again. (note to self get more complimentary scales not free ones) there must be an opening for scales that will say “you go get yourself a full breakfast your fading away.” My companion initially impressed with the hotel is now thinking there must be bigger and better hotels “hey Nigel what is a five star like, this room is a bit small”?

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  1. Rach18 August 2010 at 00:10

    You so have your companion's number !!! Hoping by your return to old blighty the negativity maybe miraculously changed to a stream of positivity ??!! Btw, if you find a pair of those scales, send some this direction ! Eagerly awaiting blog numero trois...or should that be tres or something ?! Hows the lingo going ?

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  2. Unknown19 August 2010 at 01:06

    50 year old gloating is the compensation for the "5" "0". :) I hope there is 45 year old gloating. I know Ian thinks there is 48 year old gloating.

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