I feel like I'm never going to quite recover from last weekend. I didn't even have a hangover, but no matter how much sleep I have I can't quite get back to ground zero. Obviously too old to have fun any more.
Sunday was my 24th Wedding Anniversary - I can't believe it - I mean how old actually ARE we!!! I'm lucky in that I still love my husband today as much as I did the day we got married. Don't get me wrong, there are times when we both piss each other off, but we never really row. On those moments we just growl and walk away.
It makes my friends want to puke that we're still so fond of each other after so long. But I consider myself lucky. My husband does lots of little things to show how much he cares for me and that's good enough for me. I'm not quite sure what I offer him, but if he'll tolerate me then that's also good enough for me. I do attempt not to be too ghastly. I can't promise I always achieve that.
When he was surfing on holiday I noticed his leather wrist bracelet (which was only ever supposed to keep mosquitos away - remember when we got those about 4 years ago), not only was still on, but was looking ghastly. Obviously having this leather bracelet is something that he liked.
So as a surprise for our anniversary I got him a really cool one, with an infinity symbol on it (love for infinity - cheesy, but I liked the concept). Then low and behold a week before our anniversary a package turns up and he'd got himself a new one - far nicer than the one I'd bought. Hey ho. Now he has two!
I got spoilt rotten. Turns out 24 anniversary is Opal. I got a stunning opal pendant. Which I am wearing now. I did have to apologise in advance if I turn the opal yellow. This is a superpower of mine. Opals are actually my favourite stone. I have quite a few of them. Every single one of them is cloudy and yellow. This is why husband didn't know I already had opals. Though this one is far nicer than anything I've ever had before. Hopefully this means it's better quality. I'll also try to keep it away from water, as this is apparently an opal killer.
Originally we were going to fly owls for our anniversary, but they were fully booked. Who knew!!!!! So instead we decided to go out on the kayak a good activity for two. We headed down to the sea only to discover that it was very choppy so we continued on our way and headed for a lake that husband had fund in Cuckmere.
It was really lovely actually, the two of us paddling away in unison. It felt apt for an anniversary event. It was a really lovely area, I don't know it well, but it was nice not to have to worry too much about tides and things like that. It was also good that kayaking is something where we are reasonably even. Husband is very sporty and I never really try to keep up with him (I couldn't if I wanted to). But I spent a lot of my youth canoeing and like riding a bike it comes back easily.
Given that husband has spent much of the week paddleboarding (he had the week off and the sea was calm), his arms were actually quite knackered. So there were points of the journey where he was able to rest and I took over. It's hard to explain to somebody that doesn't know us just how rare this actually is!!!!! At one point we went past a family that were heading in the other direction. On our return journey we saw them in the distance really not making much headway. Husband and I both immediately got competitive without even discussing with each other - stepped up the pace and shot past them like Olympic rowers. As soon as we'd 'won' we both slowed down, knackered!!!!!!
Then in the evening husband son and I went to the China Garden for supper. 24 years ago when we got married we decided we wanted a small affair, we invited only immediate family and a couple of friends to act as maid of honour and best man. That was it 19 people. We arranged the whole thing in 4 weeks. After getting married we went to a sea front bar for champagne and olives, then went to the China Garden for our wedding lunch.
Back then the China Garden was quite swish, with a pianist and great service. It's still the same place, but the pianist has gone. The posh chairs are still the ones that were there 24 years ago and are looking worn. There is a bookshelf in the corner with the table linen and let's just say is it's lost it's swankiness.
Which is lucky really because half way through the meal a huge piece of squid lodged itself half way in my mouth and half way down my oesophagus. In a panic I didn't know what to do so I had to bend down and fish it out with my fingers. Not the poshest event in my eating history. But importantly I lived!
Back to my description of restauraunt..... That said the food is still great and so is the service. We actually had to wrestle the noodles out of the waitresses hand because she seemed intent on spoon feeding us throughout the meal.
I didn't feel massively full, but the second we stood up the amount I'd eaten hit me. There was no way we could just head home. So we headed down to the seafront. For a Sunday evening it was surprisingly busy. When I say busy, I mean REALLY busy. Sort of like 14:00 on a Saturday, when you have shoppers, hen and stag nights and people getting ready for the evening all swirling around together.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, we headed home, where we and our very full bellies watched some telly.
Around 21:00 I started to drop off, good food, fresh air and good company!!!! So headed to bed early.
So that's the anniversary bit of this blog. Let's move onto dog saga.
I mentioned dog is on heat. It's not much cop for a dog really, they have to stay on the lead, there are limited places they can walk. Though she's got over the danger period now. That danger period is where if she's off the lead for a minute, she pops off at a jog to go and find a boy dog for some fun. The only way to get her back is to break into a sprint to get to her!!!!!
So for the first week and a half she is firmly on lead and I've been taking her out into the countryside in the hopes no other dogs will be there. Over the past 4 days we've got to the point where she can have a bit more freedom because she's less likely to go on a jog looking for......
On Sunday I decided she deserved some fun and the tide was on it's way out. So I headed down to the seafront early and we went to one of the rockpools created by the reef. As the tide was literally just going out they weren't quite rockpools yet, but it was good enough for dog to enjoy herself (she hates waves). So we had a lovely hour with me throwing stones in and her chasing them. You could tell that she was loving it after a week and a half of on lead boring walks. I mean it's not like she knows why she's suddenly tied up. She probably finds it all very inconvenient because her instinct is focussed on very different things.
So this morning we headed out early again to walk through the fields. I kept her on the lead for the first part of the walk, but was confident for the second part that there were no dogs around so let her off.
I turned my back for one second and she'd found the HUGEST pile of poo, which she promptly and with great joy, lay down in and rubbed it all over herself.
To say that I was p'd was an understatement.
I have big plans for this morning, I need to write my blog and then pack - I'm away for 2 days leaving at 15:00 this afternoon and haven't packed a pant! So the last thing I needed was to wash the dog.
When I wash her I usually do it in the bath, with nice lukewarm water and a piece of ham. Today husband and son are still asleep and I was p'd off. So she got tied to the table in the garden and got hosed down. I wonder if that will stop her from doing it again.
I fear not.
ps. In case you think I'm horrible, it really wasn't as aggressive as it sounded, it just wasn't her normal pampered washing experience.
So that's me done for a week. Loads to do if I'm going to be ready for my work trip this week. So tara - have a good one.
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