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Before Christmas, Mum, Pat and I had an afternoon out in Bos Vegas.



Other things happened before Christmas, too, dear reader. Yes.

I took a trip to Portsmouth to see Kapitano.

Above, we see the Guildhall.



This, my lamb, is St John's Cathedral, a Catholic place of worship. Spookily, it's located on Edinburgh Road.



HMS Warrior. We thought and hoped that it was Victory.



Kapitano and I.



Here we see Minge inside Spinnaker Tower. Our trip to said tourist attraction was outrageously fabulous, affording us views of The Isle Of Wight and practically the whole of bloody Hampshire!



Other visitors to the tower, like me, must have thought they were flying.



L'autre cathedral.



Here, in the distance, we see Spinnaker Tower. In the foreground, we see a man. For the blind among you, he is a black man.



This delicious mode of transport is a hovercraft, dear reader. It carries passengers from Portsmouth to The Isle Of Wight. I intend to take a trip on it sometime soon. I am currently a hovercraft virgin and desire to be broken in!



I had a wonderful day in Portsmouth with Kapitano and feel in some small way that a wish had been granted. What wish? I felt confidence in copious amounts, loves.

I'd usually be a bag of nerves going to meet someone in a strange and foreign city, ladies, but this time, all was well. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas. I really have no idea, but I do know my confidence grew with every moment spent with Kapitano as we walked about the place, stopped for lunch and photo opportunities, drank and talked (practically without pause) on every topic known to humankind.



My journey from Bournemouth to Portsmouth went without hitch. Sadly, in reverse, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Trains we cancelled and others delayed, meaning a two hour journey became four.

I was as stiff as a board on reaching Mum's house. I'd not known such cold temperatures in goodness only knows how long. I swear, if I should have fallen over, I'd have smashed.