One days work, wages=one meal

My Beloved was once again away to Herzliyya for a day in the office, the torture never ends. I woke a little later than usual and set up my blog for the day, and then stripped the bed, I do love clean sheets.


I then left for The Crowne Plaza, today I help Natalie with the guest book. I arrived and Gustavo and Sharbel were behind reception, Gustavo is complaining I am not leaving enough sun for the locals, you have to be up early to be in front of this bird.   Sharbel was his usual cheery cheeky self.  Natalie was in the business lounge so I headed up and the serious work began.


We read through the proofs and changed a few things before we had to then check a guest room to see if the phone was set up in such a way as to coincide with the directions of the guest book, the room we checked on the 10th floor has been decorated and the lovely wall paper added light to the all ready pleasant room with a view, oh how I miss the view of the port from that side of the hotel, the shower has been decorated too and the curtain removed and a glass door put in its place, beautiful, being a Happy Housewife I advised Natalie to tell the cleaners to carry lemons, this would keep the glass of the shower doors sparkling, I'm getting sadder as I get older!!!


We printed off the guest book papers, put them in order and then they were ready to be sent off to the printers.  We said our goodbyes and I walked back to the apartment happy in the knowledge I had done a couple of hours work, earned a meal for my services and had seen my favourite people, I put my laptop in the house and headed out again. 


I checked out the local indoor swimming pool which also has an outside area for sunning yourself and a gym room, the heat in the plastic roofed building was immense and its not even summer yet, the gym area was cooler, but I couldn't imagine walking from the gym to the changing room without passing out, let along try and get from the changing room door to the exit without having total heart failure, I think they need to invest in a sliding roof. I walked down HaNassi for a while taking in the sights, then had a sit in the sun at one of the coffee shops drinking soda.


Next it was the 23 down to Eliezer and check out the shops, nothing exciting was happening but whilst in one shop which will remain nameless I almost burst my bubble, waiting in line as you do being British I was hustled and bustled by locals coming from all directions, the shop is only a third of the size of Harry Orlandis in Turriff, but it didn't stop the avalanche that overpowered me, I don't get it, your there first, you wait your turn and arms are pushed over your shoulders with hands containing shekels, these hands then exchange shekels for purchases and are gone again, this happened about 4 times, I was even asked to move by one lady, well I think thats what she said, her scary stare intimidated me so much I moved for fear of being turned into stone.  Needless to say I left the shop after eventually making my needs clear with a little less enthusiasm than when I entered.

I then headed to the grocers and purchased some red and green Kohlrabi, having seen and tasted them baked yesterday with Orly I decided to experiment at home. I took the bus home and having forgotten to take my phone with me replied to all the missed calls when I arrived.  My Beloved was on his way home so I prepared supper, tonight we are having fillet cooked in a sauce of coffee wine and ginger, emmm some of my favourite flavours and tastes, the Kohlrabi was cut into thick slices and placed in a dish with olive oil and baked in the oven along with some good old cauliflower.


I had a chat with Dina before My Beloved arrived, Dina is planning on making Korean Kuksi and has invited us to share it with them, this cunning plan is so that Dina doesn't have to eat it all, she informs me that she doesn't actually like Kuksi but everyone else does, and if I was to tell people I have a Korean friend and I had never tasted Kuksi this would mean poor Dina wasn't a good friend, how funny, so  I will be trying this Korean dish sometime in the future, but have been advised to bring a packed lunch.......


My Beloved arrived home weary and hungry and I served him all the delights I had been preparing, the Kohlrabi was lush, as was the beef and we enjoyed a very pleasant meal.  The phone only rang once throughout the whole evening, but the computer was running red hot. Although facetime with Lou Lou doesn't count as a phone ringing, it more like torturous video, sorry Lou .