data and shekels

This morning I had to settle for yoghurt and walnuts again, ekkk no cappuccino either, I think when we move out I’m going to start making yoghurt myself and then I can buy my own fruit to go in it.

I went up to  the Business lounge to blog, Amy was in and we chatted, Scott and Amy enjoyed the football match last night, although they left before the end when Maccabi Haifa scored, they watched the rest of the match on the TV, and were quite relieved they had left as some of the Jerusalem fans were taken away in handcuffs, not good.

I finished my blog and then headed to the apartment, washing, washing, a woman’s work is never done, so when I arrived at the apartment, the painter was in, he was lucky he didn’t get the full wrath of my anger, he was smoking in the apartment, but I got that sorted, I just told Nelly and she said she would be speaking to him. I put the washing on and then went in search of Nelly again. Nelly was in the penthouse, and she gave me the tour, oh I want that penthouse, it is lush and set on two floors, its beautiful. The lady definitely has style and it shows in her house.

Next stop was Ruthie’s house, here I was given coffee and a Ruthie and I chatted about children, and Yon Kippur and when we would be moving in.  Ruthie has told me I can pop in anytime, and if I need anything just to ask, how nice to know I’m going to have such friendly neighbours.

Nelly and I walked up the street, Nelly was needing cigarettes, and I was needing bottled water for the iron, I’m not trusting this desalinated water for my iron, and even less for my clothes, its alright washing them in the water, but ironing them with the steam iron is just not going to happen.

I got back to the apartment and the washing was ready for hanging out, I decided to try my new hanging tool which is attached to the wall outside, it works quite well, although I had to watch that the longer shirts didn’t whip back and catch the wall, so smalls back, shirts front, I then did a little ironing and sorted through the smalls.

I do not believe what has happened, it is unbelievable really, you would have thought that moving would have cured it, but it hasn’t, it’s not like I have left the door open or anything, safety first in Israel, the signs are everywhere, from when you enter a car park and your boot has to be checked, to getting your bag checked at the malls.  But it has happened, and I have looked everywhere, I just don’t understand it, the fecking sock monster has followed us to Israel………… I now have 5 socks with no partners.

I walked back round to the hotel as I was needing lunch and said goodbye to Nelly, hopefully that man will not be smoking in my apartment again, grrrrr.

The afternoon passed quickly, and lunch was a blur of onion soup, not the best, not the worst. 

My Beloved was once again in Herzliya today and didn’t arrive back until almost 7pm we showered and changed, tonight we are having a little Reception party in the Lobby of the hotel, it’s a thank you from the Hotel for our custom, all the guys are coming, and Enzo who is Haliburton but we won’t hold it against him.

So we went for a little snack at the lounge before the Reception and then went to join Graeme, Dave, Grant, Callum, Andre, Byron, Ravan, Enzo, and Wes, if I have forgotten some one it’s due to alcohol intolerance, we enjoyed a very nice evening with Natalie and the CEO from the Hotel, then the bad times, we went to the Irish bar and it went down hill from there, there was shots being passed and whisky being drank, chips being stolen and chilli vodka burning your throat out, I have no idea what time we left the bar, but I'm one happy Mumma that I don’t have to go to work in the morning……………………….

Data and shekels - when I eventually managed to get an English speaking Orange person, I was told I had plenty of data and the text they sent informing me I needed to recharge my shekels was in fact a mistake, clever ploy though getting you to panic buy for fear of having no data..