I breakfasted with Natalie and we chatted about alcohol, friends, love and Hebrew lessons. Natalie is now on a mission to find me Hebrew classes, we have discovered that if I was emigrating here to change my religion to Jewish then my lessons would be free, but this one particular place charges you if you don't change your religion. I think I will stay Church of England and pay the 3000 shekels.
Natalie had arranged for her Mother to collect us, today we are going shopping for cleaning fluids, we drove to Kiryat Eli'ezer and I was shown the best places to buy my cleaning implements and fluids, for just a few shekels. I know have all the necessary fluids to wash floors, clean glass, clean clothes and make them smell lush. Lush is a word that does not translate in Hebrew and I keep being asked 'What is Lush', and I reply with its a Geordie word used to describe something brilliant, amazing, beautiful and or gorgeous.
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| Kiryat Eli'ezer stadium |
I had my lunch at the Hotel and it was vegetable soup, when it arrived it was cold, now being in Israel and not knowing all the traditions I thought I would just check, and the waitress was devastated, and quickly whisked away my soup and returned with it piping hot. I had a quick chat with the Demonic one and then it was time for my massage, the shoulders and neck are still tricky although much better than they had been, so Arin was coming to beat me again. Dina called and we had a chat about my hike home from her house yesterday, she is still thinking I'm crazy. There seems to be a theme running here.
Arin arrived at 1.30 pm and set about my treatment, we chatted about her two children, who are one and three, and about marriage and passed a very pleasant hour, although having you face squashed in a massage couch does make for difficulties when speaking. I took I long bath after my massage and made myself all pretty again, eventually the table mark left my face and I was ready to face the world again.
When My Beloved arrived home we needed to go to collect our bar stools, so we set off in the car and everything was crossed that we wouldn't end up in the tunnel again, and miraculously we arrived in front of the store unscathed and in good humour. We collected the stools set them into the back of the car and now we were homeward bound, homeward to our new apartment to deliver the stools and the cleaning fluids and have a peek around to see what has been done since we were last in. We couldn't see much sign of work, although the electric box had definitely been played with as the door was open........
Because My Beloved had bought the lads back from the Port I was unable to do my little surprise for him, so the take away Japanika that I had planned in our new apartment with the new bar stools on our new breakfast bar went by the by. We ate instead in Japanika at their bar, although I must say the next time My Beloved decides to order noodles it had better be at a table, not having enough space is not good when using implements of torture, those chop sticks could remove an eye and after My Beloved stabbed me in the head with his I took the hint that he was trying to tell me something, trouble is I still have no idea what it is......
Natalie arrived in Japanika as we were finishing, she was in to collect her take away, it must be part of the recovery process, where as My Beloved always has Chinese and a beer at around 6 pm after a hangover, maybe in Israel it has to be Japanese and Saki...
We walked back in the cool night breeze to the Hotel and our room, My Beloved left me reading whilst he went to the Business Lounge and checked his mails and spoke with the Little Princes, I have no recollection of him arriving back, well not until I woke at 1.30 am, I must have crashed and burned.
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