Saturday, 14 February 2009

A Valentines Day filled with alternative plans

So here's the cards we exchanged, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out there's more to this than meets the eye.
This is the one I got from Dave, note how we're sat on a settee that’s the wrong colour. Is it wishful thinking that they'd dam well hurry up and deliver the new one??? (Could still be another two months yet)...
 
This is the one I got for Dave, there's no need for explanation here, it's obvious. But it's the technique he uses for robbing me of my covers that's interesting. The duvet travels with him when he turns over, it's like he has this iron grip on the darn thing, even in his sleep...
 
Wish I could do that, although I´ve learned to hang onto the duvet via reflex action over the years, so it stays put. But even then, the bottom half glides away and my feet are left open to the elements, so it's only half an answer really. Hence there was much laughter about the meaning of Valentines Day and the "romance angle" of it all...
Later on (this is where things started to go downhill), we were helping someone else pull their boat in when something went crack in my back. OUCH! Painkillers, deep heat rub and a Valentine massage helped...! But it was still aching,, if bent over sideways from the waist up at roughly a 45 degree angle it was bearable.
 
After this little incident Dave went for a shower, and all of a sudden I heard this really loud WOOSH sound. I just thought he'd switched over to the other shower, it's a double size shower base with two different kinds. There's the usual sort and another one with body jets that we never use, simply because the force of it blasts you out of the shower cubicle.
 
Anyway it turned out the shower head had come off and he was grappling about with the tube, which turned into a fire hose that was wildly out of control. Well at least he managed to catch the shower head before it fell on HIS head.

Once he'd managed to get the situation under control, this was the end result...
 

This photo shows the "master blaster" and the holder where the other one goes when it's usable...
So, "shaken not stirred" we attempted to continue with our plan to go for a romantic Valentines meal. With me almost needing a walking stick, and Dave still in mild shock we staggered (whilst sober) round to the local pub.
 
After asking if a table for two was available, we were met with another question: "Have you reserved a table sir?" By this time we looked at each other and knew the score. "Sorry, we've no spare tables available, they're all booked up."
 
On the way out I mumbled "Blimey there must be a lot of romance round here." We'd decided to go for this meal last week. The subject of "did we need to book or not" was discussed then, but we just thought nah, they'll have plenty of tables. Ha!

 
PLAN B: The very posh restaurant about a mile down the road the other way, this meant going back to the marina to get the car. Dave said he wasn't bothered about not being able to have a drink so fair enough. But when we got there, only two spaces were left on the car park, bad sign. Then we were met at the door by what appeared to be a butler, the questions and answer session that followed were just a re-run of the other place. (Humph).
 

PLAN C: SOD THIS FOR A LARK, WE'LL GO GET A CHINESE INSTEAD. Very nice it was too. Well, you’ve got to look on the bright side haven't you?
 
Summary: Friday the 13th started on Thursday 12th…

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