Leaving the car and hoping hard that they don’t close the car park (there’s no way I’m moving the car), I walk back over to the Alliance Francaise. At reception I ask if they know if the car park closes, she doesn’t know but says as long as my car is off the road it should be safe what with the escaped prisoners and all…
Excuse me. Sorry?
‘The escaped prisoners, from the prison down south, near the airport. Some of them have guns. You need to be careful’.
Right then. My first day out in the car on my own and there’s a bunch of marauding prisoners with guns running round the island. You couldn’t make this **&^ up!
No matter, I reason. I have the advantage of surprise. Word hasn’t yet got round the island of my triple terror technique; huff/killer glare/tut. They’ll be running scared.
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