My Daily Sigh

Morning. Yesterday, BM got himself holiday ready in his new jeans and sandals. Emulating the fashion look of a young, twenty year old dancer, was always going to be questionable when you are several sizes bigger, your legs don’t ‘bevel’ and standing in first position requires you to hold on!
The queue of planes setting off made us late and when the pilot announced “In an emergency leave all baggage behind.” BM turned and said “That will be you!”
Thankfully, there was no emergency, we were an hour late on arriving, but I’ve woken to my room with a view. Hello holiday. X

Morning. For us, a leisurely day in the sun, sangria at the beach party and a bbq by the pool.
Back at home, the Gazebo has snapped, the swinging hammock cracked and the parasol has taken flight! Going on holiday is so expensive.
Sadly, whilst high wind has taken its toll on our home, it has continued to be a subject of conversation out here in the sun. On discussing this years continuing ‘Happy Anniversary gift’ from BM, I observed “This morning you farted, and stopped!” I was referring to him saying “Happy Anniversary “ but BM responded “Can you imagine if I didn’t?” He proceeded to pretend to fart forever as if he was a balloon letting out air.  Stay safe in the high winds. X

Afternoon. When you try to get a sensible photo of four people after an evening of eating, drinking and merriment, it’s bound to be difficult! When two mature men decide to pose like holidaying teen girls, it is entertaining. But when we arrive home and BM’s NEW shorts fall down round his ankles yet again, and in front of guests with no warning, it’s hilarious. They had thought I was joking, but no it really happens! They could hardly contain themselves and from now on, a belt is compulsory. As is wine, which might not be helping my overheating episodes! Happy holidays x

Afternoon. Wind plays havoc with your hair. I pass a large cooling fan in a restaurant and suddenly my long hair is swept back and I look like a surprised middle aged model on a fashion shoot. I tie it up to sit and have a drink and strong winds make me look like a middle aged punk trying to relive her yesteryears!
We are still eating, drinking, sitting round the pool and struggling to get in our swimming costumes. It could be because they are wet, it could be because we are wet or it could be we have put on too many calories!

Evening. Whilst we have eaten in several lovely sea view restaurants on holiday, BM today observed an elderly married couple checking out a cafe menu by pointing at food photos on the wall. “That will be us when we get old, choosing food from pictures.” he said. We watched as they decided against the cafe and followed, as they hobbled down an alleyway trying to open several locked doors. BM decided they must be ageing burglars as this was not normal behaviour! They finally found a door that opened and went in. As we passed and looked closer inside, we discovered they were trying to find the side entrance of a church. May he be forgiven for judging them!
We are about to have a bbq and bats are flying overhead. Our friend looked upwards and said ”bats!” BM replied “ I’ve told Fiona she was that long ago!”
How have I been married this long? Worryingly, it must be far too long , our photographic facial expressions are becoming the same!

Evening. Whilst we have eaten in several lovely sea view restaurants on holiday, BM today observed an elderly married couple checking out a cafe menu by pointing at food photos on the wall. “That will be us when we get old, choosing food from pictures.” he said. We watched as they decided against the cafe and followed, as they hobbled down an alleyway trying to open several locked doors. BM decided they must be ageing burglars as this was not normal behaviour! They finally found a door that opened and went in. As we passed and looked closer inside, we discovered they were trying to find the side entrance of a church. May he be forgiven for judging them!
We are about to have a bbq and bats are flying overhead. Our friend looked upwards and said ”bats!” BM replied “ I’ve told Fiona she was that long ago!”
How have I been married this long? Worryingly, it must be far too long , our photographic facial expressions are becoming the same!

Evening. I have left the land of sunshine, sunglasses and floppy hats and returned to the land of rain, umbrellas and woolly warmers. I have also left behind BM who was last seen climbing on a well with his pants on his head! He has not totally lost the plot, but decided to reenact a scary film that I have not seen.
In the middle of the night BM also failed to see that I had put the toilet seat down! He likened the noise to the clatter of a marching band, which I’m sure was music to his ears!
He’s probably quite pleased not to have to worry about such things for the next few days, I was quite pleased to return to a house that was fairly tidy!
Here’s his scary film. https://youtu.be/KaB8LlPqV8A

Honestly Fiona xx