The Bad Wife

I woke yesterday initially at 7 am and didn't feel to bad, by 9.30 my well being had taken a turn for the worse.  Not having enough strength to open my soda water, I passed it over to My Beloved who was laying next to me stark naked, he preceded to open the soda and as is the usual with soda it erupted all over him, even in my poorly state I couldn't stop laughing, but he got his own back by using my pillow to dry himself.

We got ourselves ready and headed off for breakfast, oh I was decidedly out of sorts, and couldn't even face coffee.  Johnny Walker and I are no longer friends, it is time to put that relationship out to pasture. I can say with all honesty I am a very bad wife, My Beloved has one day off a week, and what does he have to do? He has to tend to me because I am incapable of looking after myself. I get given one job, to be a good Wife and I blow it, tomorrow I'm looking for a new job.

Driving downtown looking for petrol the window was down as fresh air was required, the first petrol station and all was well, until the Russian petrol attendant upset My Beloved by telling him 'Vee Dint take soose cards ere en Israel', politely he explained he has been using his Barclays Bank card for four years and has never had a problem, she was unmoved, we left. The car by this time was working on fumes and not mine, so we managed to get to the next petrol station on a wing and a prayer. Up jumps the attendant, puts the nozzle to the car, manages 5 shekels before the machine cuts out, apparently this car has some kind of mechanism the pump didn't like. We reverse and try the pump next door, this pump likes our mechanism and delivered our needs. Now the problems started, having put 5 shekels on one pump and 195 shekels on another you would have thought payment would have been easy, and you would have been wrong. The five shekels was taken from the Barclays Bank Card and 195 put on it, but when asked they told My Beloved yes you have paid. But as I was purchasing cheesy puffs for my growling hangover, which turned out to be peanut butter flavour eww, note to self learn Hebrew, I could hear the young man behind the kiosk talking about the Mitsubishi which funnily enough was what we were driving, I thought he was admiring it, and couldn't understand why I wasn't getting my change, turns out they had realised they had given my beloved 195 shekels instead of taking it and please could they have payment for the petrol we had taken, My Beloved not understanding their mistake was getting a little irritable, but eventually the poor chap managed to get enough English out for My Beloved to understand the problem, it pays to check your receipts.

So we are fuelled up and heading towards the Cinemall, we have been told about this place recently, it has 23 screens and three of them are VIP with free champagne and popcorn,  and leather reclining seats, this would be ideal on a day with no hangover. Now being Shabbat My Beloved loves this kind of mall, why? because all the shops are closed this is the second time he has taken me shopping on Shabbat and said knock yourself out. I will be knocking him out very soon if I don't get a trip whilst the shops are open. All the restaurants and bars were open so it wasn't a complete waste of a shopping day.

We decided to head back up to Carmel Centre as My Beloved believed that only pizza from Bruno's would cure my hangover which had taken a turn for the worse, mainly due to the peanut butter puffs, obviously my hangover can differentiate between cheese and peanut. Now don't let any one tell you My Beloved is a bad driver, I will tell you right now, he is one hell of a driver, there are not many people in this world who can drive the wrong way up a four lane carriage way, realise there mistake and do a 180 as if nothing had happened. The fact that the car heading towards us had a man in it raising his hands to the sky was of no consequence to us at all.

Bruno's pizza, its a miracle I had two huge squares which I dipped in the spicy garlic dip, and I'm almost, pretty near cured. I don't think I could take another drink for a week, but at least my stomach is not churning its juices and I feel pratically normal, this is new for me because I don't do normal most of the time.

We made arrangements with Issac which is pronounced Icsac to view our potential new home, and also view the neighbours to understand how they have designed theirs. Wow Issac's wife is an interior designer and actually designed the furniture of our neighbours, who happens to be one of their friends. We were shown the most wonderful apartment, similar to ours but smaller. We were also told in our garden, our grass will be artificial, oh the joys of all year round green grass, that never needs cutting. I knew I should have just given our mower away, now we have to store it or sell it here. Issac and Lily as his wife is called were going to take us for coffee and a beer but we had to get back as the guys would need the car, so we said our good byes and arranged to see them tomorrow when they will show us another neighbours apartment to get another view on styles, these people are so friendly and good humoured, I think I'm going to like living next to them.

We were dropped at our hotel, we could have walked but it was raining and Lily made Issac move everything around in his car so we could get in, Lily has offered to come furniture shopping with me as she knows the places I should go, so I think that will be some good girl time. Google has some competition and her name is Lily and she is French.

We spent a quiet night at the hotel in the Business Lounge, we were both still tired from our night out so we decided to get any early night, we only managed half of Mrs Brown before the lights were turned out and the ZZZZZ's were hit.