Breakfast with J&D. Laura comes by later with Cody, who has just been to gymnastics. He’s quiet at first, but warms up quickly and examines a key I have unaccountably found in my handbag. Suspect myself of kleptomania, but think it must have been with a couple of items left in our hotel room Turns out, oddly enough (as Jenny discovers via google) to be the key for a trigger lock on a gun. Some joking over who stayed last in the hotel room - terrorist, MI5? - and my odds at security at Gatwick.
Take advantage of the wifi to book the shuttle from Faro to Albufeira on Tuesday. The site refuses to complete the booking without mobile number, so I provide the one for the UK sim, but have no real certainty that either it or the Cypriot one will work in Portugal. Yes, they should. Doug kindly prints the transfer voucher, which “they” insist must be not merely downloaded but both printed and signed, presumably to prevent imposters taking our place on the bus, though see no way of their authenticating the signature.
Lentil soup and baguettes for lunch and then home.
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