eh???? 11 April 2010
Em, what’s this now? Where is the groaning buffet that I will choose my breakfast from? Surely some oversight on the part of the management of this (not quite 5 star) home I have returned to…At least the ants are hiding (as opposed to all over one corner of the kitchen) and there is a cold, crisp sunshine going on outside.
I see my spelling was a bit random in yesterday’s blog – I plead use of the hotel’s computer and a strange and reluctant keypad. Also, I thought I’d be utterly foxy and check myself and Himself in on-line so I went through all of that only to be denied the boarding pass and had to queue at the airport anyhow – just that little smack of disappointment from technology that somehow also underlined the fact I was leaving a lovely place and facing back into life.
HOWEVER, I am so much perkier than I was. I really had hit an unusually low one through exhaustion and burnout and was seeing problems where there weren’t any and kind of despairing, really, and that’s not ‘like’ me. I’m not saying everything has fallen magically into place but mostly it’s all back to the way I can manage it and so I sing the praises of the recently renamed Tenerific, wonderful island, and the power of the sun to make The Happy. Oh, and St John’s Wort seems to be great stuff too…
Villa lost the F A Cup semi final though…while I was queueing at the airport cos I hadn’t actually checked us in, in spite of my valiant and plucky efforts – another little smack for P…but, as my brother Ian has texted, ‘next year, segnorita’ – bless him for that as in the hotel, even though I was clearly under my own name, I was called Senora Cook throughout – I didn’t mind at all as it sounded lovely when they elongated the Coooooook but it’s nice that me bro used their term for Miss and not the elder lady’s Missus.
