I tried to call Orange and they too appear to be on holiday, although the recorded message implied they should still be working till 1pm, now this is going to lead to trouble as no credit means I can't upload my giga as its called here, which means no 3G, this does not bode well, especially as tomorrow is Shabbat and all shops will once again be closed.
When I arrived back I woke the Little Princes and sorted them out for breakfast, then we decided we would hit the beach for the last of their sun tan before leaving, we left the house and headed to Carmel beach, we found a parking space quite easily and also seats and sunbeds, the Princes hit the water and I sat and roasted in the heat, the smell of burning flesh is becoming a little nauseating now I have to say, but tea tree oil stuffed up your nose blocks most smells.
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Not what was order.. |
We got home eventually and chilled out for the afternoon, we booked a table at Barbarossa for the evening as the Princes want the Medallions of Beef again, and to see the lovely view once more before they leave. I took a nap towards 5pm as getting up at 3am for the Tel Aviv airport run is going to be tiring enough without doing it on a few hours sleep. My Beloved woke me around 7pm and we all showered and changed ready for our night out, I stole one of Kitty's lovely tops she had bought over to wear for the evening, Kitty stole one of Yabba's dresses, Yabba and My Beloved chose to wear their own clothes, because cross dressing for either of them was not an option.
We left the house and walked to Barbarossa, I say walked, I was actually the only one walking as everyone else was hobbling, ankle crackers were in place, and My Beloved just hobbles anyway. On arrival at Barbarossa we were attacked by RIG TRASH, two very drunk men who were harassing the staff and anyone who walked in the door, when they told me I was English, my reply was 'I'm Scottish', confusion reigned but it did not stop them f'ing and jeffing in front of the customers, we were seated rapidly to our table, thank goodness, as the Manager said later when I was chatting with him, they were not very good Ambassadors, and what is worst one of them was a Geordie..
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Medallions of Beef with mashed tatties lush |
We enjoyed a lovely meal, Kitty and I took the Medallions, Yabba and My Beloved shared a Carbonara and Medallions, half each. We were throughly stuffed well almost, My Beloved who had not eaten since Thursday nights meal decided on the Chocolate souffle and shared it with the Princes, I couldn't even look at it, as my fat cells had expanded and were cutting me in half.
We hobbled once again back to the apartment, bags packed, clean clothes sorted, and then time to catch a few hours before we trundle the bags and the Little Princes off to Tel Aviv. I managed to sleep until 2pm, but having had a touch to much sun I woke very thirsty, and very, very hot, so I took myself through to the living room and played around on facebook until the Princes and My Beloved needed to be up and at em.
Three am arrived and My Beloved woke the Princes they were so sleepy but dragged themselves out of their cosy beds, cases zipped after some toing and froing, and alot of huffing, then we were on the road, the trip was quite as Yabba slept and Kitty played on her ipad, we only needed one coffee stop for My Beloved and then we arrived at Tel Aviv, we checked the Little Princes in and made sure they were sitting next to one another, then the wait till seven for the lady who would escort them to the plane.
The goodbyes were dreadfully tearful, the Little Princes burst and lots of hugs and kisses were needed, we have all had such a lovely time and goodbyes are really not good for anyone, July is not so far away and then we will be all together again, the start of another adventure.
Today is the birthday of a special little lady, Bobbi-Jane born today at 4.44am weighing 7lb 1oz 14th April what a lovely day to be born. Congratulations to my Fee Fee, I am very proud of her and very happy that all is well with Mummy and Baby.
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