I spent the day at Weymouth to apply for my National Insurance Number.
While I was there, I took some photographs of the lovely architecture, snacked on chocolates and saw Crazy, Stupid, Love at the cinema.
Had some laughs and ate some dubious Italian that my friend ended up sending back, apologising profusely.
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The second picture shows the street we were too, with the fisherman in their fishing outfit in the pub where only beer and licor were served (so, no tea for us on a rainy day).We left there quickly, it was to rough!