Congratulations Rachel and Rob!
Sorry it has been a few weeks since I have blogged, but I had a fortnight’s leave from work and I just don’t know where the time has gone!
Paul and I drove up to Cheshire for a family wedding at the very swish Mere Spa and Golf Resort in Knutsford. My cousin Rachel was marrying her long-standing beau, Rob, and the wedding had been brought forward from the summer because her dad, my uncle and Godfather, has fairly recently been diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease and was determined to walk her down the aisle (to make sure he got rid of her, he said).
The evening was great, too, with a band called ‘Dazed and Confused’ doing all kinds of classics from T.Rex to Led Zeppelin. My cousin Claire’s husband, Andy, was on lead and rhythm guitar and boy did that golf club rock! I’m still a bit deaf from it!
Pete insisted on having his photo taken with Paul buying him a drink, claiming to need photographic evidence of a “Jock buying a drink”. I can’t believe it was more than 40 years ago that I was a bridesmaid at Anne and Pete’s wedding in Liverpool. I loved everything about it from all the dress fittings, having my shoes dyed pink to match, the excitement of the day, and I can still smell the carnations in my posy!
Good memories like this last a lifetime and I cherish them. Shortly after, Anne and Pete went off abroad and my aunt would regularly write to me. I can still remember the thrill of receiving her long letters on crisp blue airmail paper.
No sooner were we back in London than it was time to pack our bags for a short break in Portugal. At this point it is traditional for me to moan about budget airlines. I had been very encouraged by Easyjet’s now allowing you to book seats in order to avoid all that stress and last-minute panic at the boarding gate where the sharpest elbows won the best places, and the weakest were simply trampled underfoot.
Relaxed and confident, we quietly enjoyed a stress-free breakfast at Garfunkel’s, and were therefore taken completely by surprise when our names were suddenly announced on the PA. Apparently our flight was now “fully boarded” and we had four minutes to get on the plane or our bags would be off-loaded and we would be denied access!
Well, we legged it up escalators (full credit to my pelvic floor), and along travelators, knocking elderly couples to the ground on our way. We made it to Gate 111 within the four minutes, expecting to get on a full plane with tuts of disapproval from the other passengers. Not a bit of it. Sweating, exhausted and panting like…panting things, we were met by a queue to board of about half a mile long! Four minutes to board or we’ll throw your bags off? My bahooky! Beware. Airlines tell fibs.
We had a great five days in Portugal just relaxing and although sunny in the daytime it was FREEZING in the evening. The first night we slept under two duvets with four hot water bottles! We celebrated Valentine’s Day in a typical Portuguese restaurant called Fernanda’s in the hills behind Tavira. Paul was on very good romantic form.
We may have been married for twenty years but he still knows how to charm a girl. After a wonderful meal he leaned across the table, gazed deep into my eyes and said,