So what awaits us? Nothing too dramatic, we hope. Our fence man has been to have a look at the job, and we await a doubtless eye-watering estimate. It'll be good to present a less shabby look to the posh people as they drive up the hill, but the main concern is to see to our crumbling infrastructure before it injures someone. Similar concerns remain in Another Place, and I should rattle gallic cages ere long.
The passport expires on 4 Feb, so I've been having fun organising a renewal. The photo I took of Martyn when he renewed his a few years ago went through without difficulty. Since time is short, I took my application to the Post Office, which turned up its newly-privatised nose at the homespun photos. Another £8 later, the application is in, and we'll see what happens. One just hopes that the gravely accurate photo of a fat, bald, slightly overhung bloke in his sixties doesn't bring the system to its knees.
Meanwhile, I'm doing a bit of research on things to see and do in Madeira. The photographs at the 580m Cabo Girão cause me some discomfort in sensitive areas, and I look forward to it with some trepidation.
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