We have arrived

Oh dear god, 3.00 am start is soo disgusting, no time to iron the face, but the hair and makeup were in place, well as in place as they can be after throwing the makeup in the air and running through it, the hair on the other hand looked remarkably good, must be the Aberdeen water...

We forced our bags on to the hotel trolley and wheeled them around to reception, a few minor mishaps on the way, mainly due to My Beloved's steering and over sized bags. But we arrived at the airport to find nothing was open, not even the Business Lounge, not impressed, but to tell you the truth I was so tired I really didn't care, one seat was much like any other and I just wanted to veg.

View from Barbarossa

We arrived at Charlies Gaules and had a quick change over onto the next flight, I'm sure I was given a safety brief but when your eyes are shut its difficult to tell.  We saw the Alps on the way over and some amazing scenery which we now know to be Crete, and other islands. 

I am so distressed now because as I turned the mobile on at Charlies Gaules I noticed O2 had cut me off, I was expecting it, but boy what a shock, Im suddenly without my old Friend, and long time partner in crime, how will I cope without O2, luckily for me Siri likes wifi so all is not lost, but what if someone really really important has sent me a text and now thinks I don't like them, or worse still what if I have won the lottery and Camelot cant get in touch, I'm well and truly screwed.

We landed at Tel Aviv and Lulu was waiting for us, now I'm not talking about Lulu the singer, I mean Lulu the driver and friend who had come to collect us from the airport and transport us in his luxury coach. We arrived at The Crowne Plaza and were greeting by staff and work colleagues of My Beloveds, but all was not as it should be a man walked out of the hotel with our duty free bag, and being as I had my lenses in I was actually struggling to see the two bottles of Glenfiddich in his hand, but I just knew something was amiss.  My Beloved was checking in and on the phone, and I knocked on the window and said 'WHERE IS THE DUTY FREE', just as he turned around and the thief came strolling over laughing and joking, turns out he works with My Beloved and thought this would be a giggle, little does he know how close he came to me rugby tackling him to the floor and retrieving my Whisky. Do not mess with a Londoner and her Whisky, you will loose a limb.

I left My Beloved in the Lobby chatting with the guys and went up to our room, Reception had already apologised in advance about our room as the whole top floor has been taken over by people less worthy than ourselves but obviously quicker off the mark, so until they leave we have been relegated to the 7th floor, a room with a bay view.  I checked out the room and had to laugh when I arrived, the view is great, but when the bell boy delivered our bags I couldn't see over them to see the view, small is a little understated, and the bell boy advised me to leave our six bags of luggage on the bed and sleep in the closet......You have to love the Israeli sense of humour, there is no room in the closet, so I will sleep in the bath and My Beloved will get the sink.

We had our first meal as Husband and Happy Housewife in Barbarossa and it was lush, the view was amazing and the wine even better. Tomorrow is the start of our new regime, healthy eating, on the wagon and boring ......... but Christmas and New Year and meeting up with all our friends to say goodbye has taken its toll on the waistline and I don't do fat, so fit it is, tomorrow we hit the gym and curb the drinking. Man life is gonna be sooooo boring