Buses what buses

I woke this morning early, and set the blog up for the day then called Celia, we arranged to meet so I could show her how to get to Wadi Nisnas at 10 then I was like a whirlwind through the house, bed changed washing on, and floors swept, showered and out the door for 9.30, bank, bus and Bahai gardens and all by Ten.

Seats at the entrance to Wadi

Celia was just getting off the bus as I walked across the road to the Bahai entrance, now having shorts on I wasn't able to go into the shrine again, but I will get there one day, so I was left to take photos of Celia and wait at the internal gate to the shrine, I had a nice chat with the guard whilst I waited. Celia arrived back at the gate and we walked to Wadi, the sun was blasting down on us and we arrived a touch warm, the obligatory photos were taken at the beginning of the Wadi Nisnas streets, and then it was vegetable shopping, thankfully I had bought my trolley with me, we meandered through the alleys, and sniffed and tasted as we went, a quick juice and then onto the Butchers, for wine, don't ask me why the wine is cheaper in Wadi Butchers than the wine shop, I just drink the stuff, I then found a wonderful shop full of spices, and rices, lentils and teas, all sold by weight and all with English labels, hooray, no more trying to work out the Hebrew.


Celia and I said our goodbyes and said we would meet up later at the beach, unfortunately my bus decided not to arrive, and a gentleman informed it was some kind of Islamic holiday, I really don't get that, as we are in Israel, and I know I had seen a 37 earlier, so I had to take the long route around to the 23 as I would never have gotten my trolley up the steps at the start of Wadi, and then I waited, and waited and waited, all the buses were going in the wrong direction, I didn't think I was ever going to get home, I had a quick chat with a friend in the UK and eventually my bus arrived, by the time I was home I was knackered. I never did make it to the beach, Shabbat is upon us and I forgot the buses stop for Shabbat, I'm just not sure what time so rearrangements were made.


I spent the afternoon marinading chicken cleaning out the fridge and cleaning the patio and balcony once again, the sand that has been arriving uninvited seems to have slowed down a bit, which means the mess is not so bad but, the neighbourhood cat had walked across the sticky mud and left prints all over my tiles, did I tell you I HATE CATS, if I see it, I will be telling it to walk on its eyelashes, they don't even have big paws so I can only presume he did what we do on the mud, sank then walked on ten inches on mud, which probably means the cat thought it had heels on for the rest of the afternoon, maybe I should throw itching powder on the soil, that would teach it.


My Beloved arrived home from work, and the supper was prepared, I sat to watch a film I had on record, the trouble is it wasn't so much record as restart, so I was busy watching Clint Eastwood do his stuff when My Beloved called me through, I paused the film and popped out to see him in the garden, by the time I got back the film had done one, I have no idea how but I was now watching The Deep, I now have no idea if the prisoner on death row was executed or saved at the last minute, I need lessons on this pause and record rubbish its most annoying.


Whilst My Beloved sorted through his emails I flicked over the channels and found Burlesque, now having never watched this before I decided to record it, and watch it at the same time, with a few pauses in between, but I managed to get to the end of the film, and as for Christina woooo that woman makes my skin tingle, just love her voice, and Cher wasn't bad either.


Having watered the garden this afternoon my hose decided to play silly devils, I was minding my own business when the damned thing came away from the head so I was soaked right up my back and right over the patio table, chairs and floor, another clean up job began, I'm really not good with this gardening malarky, but I keep trying, and trying and trying.

The Mural on the wall

Downtown, near Wadi Nisnas