Monday, August 15, 2016

The first holibob......

We have been away to Mallorca.
It was lovely.
Here are some things I learnt whilst I was there..........

Travelling at 'fuck its early o clock' just so that you get 'another day in' doesn't suit me...I tire easily and I'm not used to being up late any more. Back in the day it was sexndrugsnrocknroll but now it's more likely to be tea and a snack and bed by 11.
Being at an airport at midnight means there is no one in the duty free shop....which is eerie but lovely...although looking at all the lotions and potions and scents and makeup makes you feel very very old when you see yourself (your nearly 62 yrs old self) in the mirror.
Some photographers are absolutely amazing...the one who took the photos for our rented 'Mallorcan farmhouse' was able to make somewhere slightly more 'rustic' than we expected look really fabulous in the pictures.
He deserves an award. I'd like to insert one in him.
To be true the location (2 minutes outside Pollenca, yet surrounded by countryside) was really good and the garden and the pool were lovely..but the upstairs? mmmmmmm not so much. In fact as there was no air conditioning upstairs (which we had expected) we dragged our mattress downstairs and slept in the main room....on the floor.
Climbing up and down onto/off a mattress on the floor used to be sexy and fun when I was about a hundred years younger....now my knees and back just really have to be eased into the manoeuvre while I puff and sigh and struggle....
Climbing the Calvari steps used to take less time than it does now..we need to keep stopping to 'admire the view/breathe' these days.
Mosquitoes abso-bloody-love me.......when counting my bites and I reached twenty before I got to my right knee (my cankles were particularly tasty I think) I realised that all the sprays and oils and such were no barrier to the bastards.
My mister is not as fond of monasteries as I am.....and sometimes, just sometimes, his indifference is perceptible.
As there was a classical music festival on we coughed up and bought tickets for a late night concert in a convent cloister........I have discovered that I like Grieg...who knew?
When having your photo taken and you try to remember the tricks your sister told you about lifting your chin and dropping your shoulder and looking sideways at the camera, so that you might end up with a fairly ok shot of yourself, in the sun,  at the restaurant or port or marina, it is just wise to ignore your mister when he wonders if you 'are having a turn? are you ok?' because whatever happens, you will end up with the photo he has taken of you, where you see your knees in shorts (never again...dear Lord never again) and you weren't ready and you just look like the lumpy, bitten, red and white skinned, overweight mama that you really are....not the svelte and sexy mature lady you want to look like.
With a sky as clear as the one we had the stars were amazing...we even saw shooting stars!
I am very at home in Lidl these days.
The garden of our rented place had all kinds of gorgeousness growing in it....and the tomatoes there were far and away tastier than anything I buy here.
There was sunshine aplenty and we had a great time....and in two weeks we will do it again but this time in Puglia....any tips for the mozzie bites?
A small village church.

The concert........there were four of us there as we took our son and daughter in law.

The view from our farmhouse.

The almond tree ladder in the garden was really sweet...but wobbly....or that could have been me.........

Friday, July 29, 2016

So.........

I have two days off a week, Monday and Friday. I really do know that this work pattern is fabulous, giving me long weekends, but, as I remind my colleagues, I am part time and I don't get paid for the Friday and Monday and I have been doing this job for 37 years so this fairly new and  rather lovely work pattern is, in my opinion, hard earned and much appreciated.
My parents live an hours drive from me, so I visit them on my day off and do this journey every week, and of late twice a week. By the time I have driven there, listened to them share whatever is on their minds that day, taken Pa shopping, had a cup of tea with Ma, and driven back, the day is effectively done. Last Friday I went over, last Monday I went over, and today I was planning to stay home and get a few things done on the home front........Pa rang me last night to ask if I 'was going to come over today?'. I steeled myself and said no, and immediately felt churned up.....about so many things. About how reliant they have become on me being there, and how Pa's voice is when he rings (Ma sits in the background directing him with what to say), his voice being a sort of cheerful and casual but not really casual enquiring voice.....and how he says 'oh ok..don't worry...we'll manage....no problem' when I say I won't be over. Guilty is the mood for today. Just lately, I find that being with Pa is very emotional.....he is disappearing before my eyes and I don't like it. He was always a tall well built man...always cracking jokes and being full of life. Now, he is still tall, but he is thin, and wobbly and slow and frequently has bruises (a side effect of the warfarin he is on) and his confidence is gone and he reminds me of an anxious child now....something about the look on his face when he asks a question. I am his child. He is my Pa. This reversing of roles is a journey I am not enjoying...and I suspect neither is he.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Teetering.....

On the edge of posting pictures of the cats and the garden...which would be rubbish and boring.
Nothing wrong with cats and gardens, as I read lots of lovely blogs which do just that, and do it brilliantly, but I am beyonnnnnnnnnnd bored of what I have to say here at the moment.
Truth be told I feel very restricted here.......following a self imposed way of posting that is never too honest or open and is private and ... and ... restricted.
Breathe...........breathe.............breathe.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Not too bad a start........

Today has been full of good stuff......
a) not being at work -good
b) holding my neighbours 6week old grandson - good
c) eating fresh raspberries for breakfast - good
d) having a brisk walk around the block - good
So far, not too shabby a day......

Friday, July 22, 2016

As if the world and all its' people didn't puzzle me enough............

This scent 'Tocade' by Rochas, is one I have been wearing to work for a long time. Strangely I never wear it when I'm not at work...I don't know why, but I wear a different scent in my non work life.
As you can see by the bottle on the left it is time for some more.
The mister very kindly fired up the internet and ordered some for me...and it has arrived in a different bottle. Tocade is an old scent (for an old lady like me) and I don't think you can buy it in shops anymore, so I'm not sure if this is just a change of bottle or some pretend stuff .... puzzling.

Also, I had to take my big sister to a hospital I was not very familiar with earlier today for an x ray, and drove into the car park, passing lots of signs that said 'don't forget to pay'......I then took an age wandering around like an idiot with my purse in my hands looking for the machine to pay some money into, and was quite flummoxed by the only machine I could find that turned out to be where you plug in electric cars. I stood looking at it for a while and in my head was reminded of Candid Camera and wondered if I was making someone somewhere laugh.  I decided to go into the hospital and ask where the machines were and of course the machine is inside the building next to the receptionist who told me that my car had been photographed on the way in and I could just put my registration details in on the way out....of course my car reg went completely out of my head and I then had to walk all over the car park again to look at it and then return to the machine......I felt so foolish, although there was a queue of people all looking perplexed and lining up at the machine mumbling and muttering just like I was. Of course we were all of a certain age so .........this modern world is very puzzling.

Most puzzling of all is why we, humankind, act the way we do.
Trump may become the next Potus,.....half of the population is fighting, verbally, against the other half, a coconut on a stick has more sense than most of our politicians, half the world has no food and the other half too much, murder and mayhem are commonplace in news reports now and common sense and decency and kindness seem in short supply.

What on earth is going to become of us all?


Monday, July 18, 2016

I'll pay for this......

Saturday afternoon and evening.
Sunshine.
Coast.
Family.
Laughter.
Good time.
WINE.

Sunday - all day.
Headache and hangover and mutterings of 'NEVER AGAIN'.

I knew with each glass I drank that I would regret it...but I ignored that little voice......

I just can't handle drinking and hangovers anymore.......what a lightweight I've become.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Chance encounters.....

I suppose that because it was our anniversary on Sunday, I have been thinking about how we meet our partners. Do we know immediately that this person is the one we will spend our lives with?
I don't believe in 'soul mates' and 'love at first sight'.
I believe in the 'oh..it's you' feeling.
I remember that when I met my mister he made me laugh, and I loved his company, yet he was nothing like the lads I usually fell for. I had a thing for tall, thin, dark and moody types, who usually wore jeans and smoked, both tobacco and weed.
My mister was average height, fair haired, had never had a cigarette (has still never had one), wore suits and loved clubbing rather than festivals. Chalk and cheese.
We met on a training course.
We were so very different. I drank pints with whisky chasers, had really really short hair and dressed in doc martens and boiler suits, and I smoked. His usual girlfriend type was short, blonde, busty and very girly.
The day we met we went to the pub together at lunchtime, and 13 weeks later, after seeing each other every day, he proposed...and just before I answered, in my head I thought 'oh..it's you...what a surprise...you're not the one I vaguely imagined I'd marry..but I can't imagine not marrying you....it feels like coming home'...so I said yes and here we are ....35 years later.
How did you meet the person who shares your life?