Sun, Sea and Suicidal

It was too late to turn back, we are packed and on our way. My lovely boys, enthusiastic and entrepreneurial husband, and our pet dog are off to start a new life in the sunny Algarve, not realising the pitfalls we were about to face. Following a holiday in Portugal where he loved the way of life, my husband decided what Portugal needed was an English Music Bar? So I found myself being frog marched away to the Algarve where he'd already purchased a large Portuguese Bar, which he'd named The London Bar. From day one I am thrown into a life of serving behind the bar. Not only am I in unfamiliar territory, I can't speak the language, I don't know the currency, and mixing and serving drinks are a mystery to me Plus the bar is full of Portuguese men staring at me as if I shouldn't be there. Well they were right, No I shouldn't. Plus I'm still trying to be a mum to our three sons. It was a foregone conclusion that disaster would strike, and believe me it did.