Arrastrando su brazo hacia un cúter de metal.
Pulled his arm into a metal cutter.
and
El cúter de la armada británica regresó.
The British naval cutter came back.
Driving in Spain: The Roundabout Challenge: Chapter 16: This one is at the bottom of my road:-
As I approach it, cars coming from the left will be going either to the right - up the hill - or straight on. In some cases, they'll be signalling right and in some cases they won't be signalling at all. Although coming from a single lane, they all opt to move into the right hand - outer - lane of the roundabout. Elsewhere, you'd be safe to assume that those going straight on would head for the inner lane. But here they've been told not to do this unless they're making a U-turn. The end result is that, if you assume a car entering the right-hand lane and signalling right is actually turning right, you'll be hit by it whichever way you go. Take note.
Driving in Pontevedra: If you approach the city from the north on the coastal road - say, from Villagarcia - you'll arrive at a roundabout on the edge of town, just after a small industrial estate and just before the gypsy encampment of O Vao. I believe the local council plans to drive a spur road up through the latter, off the roundabout. Right now, though, if you left the roundabout on this uncompleted spur, you'd come right up against a wall of trees and hidden granite. But just in case you're blind - or very stupid - the council has erected this helpful sign:-
Finally . . . My guest, Jack: He's a friend of my younger daughter and not - as some in the city are said to think - my young lover. A chap with a great sense of humour, he has some decent jokes. Sadly, though, he's also an inveterate punster. Sometimes they work but ofttimes they don't. He's become a huge aficionado of Spain's jamón and I came down this morning to find he'd last night polished off the final 2 slices and left this note on top of the empty pack:-
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Coz I love you, jamón, baby.
So, jamón, feel the noise!
Oh, jam ón ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant
Be your own judge.
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