Finger bobs

We decided to take ourselves off to the beach today, our planned evening became unplanned unfortunately, so the beach it was, we packed ourselves up and headed to the sun and the sea, Celia and Suely were already there when we arrived and we set up a couple of chairs for ourselves and pointed our bodies in the direction of the sun.

We sat, we drank, we toasted in the sun and whiled away a few hours before we were joined by the troops, Wictor, Dragos, Darren, Dave and Mark descended on our party. We sat chatting for a while before hunger got the better of us, not wanting to eat the delights that Nirvana had to offer we made our escape and took ourselves off in the direction of downtown, initially we thought we would eat in the German colony but I pointed the car towards Bat Galim instead and we ate in Abu Zid a delightful seafood restaurant I have been advised to try on numerous occasions by Natalie, great choice, we started with 15 plates of salad, followed by Jumbo shrimp and it was delicious, we could hardly move when we were finished which wasn't really a clever idea for a man on crutches, who's already unsteady gate was now hampered by a full belly. 

Problem with the memory, My Beloved has to sit with his hip higher than his knee at all times, this means where ever we go I have to carry a box cushion, the trouble with having a bad memory is I keep leaving the bloody thing in restaurants, cafes and even the golf club the other day, and today even though we were full we decided on ice cream, I left My Beloved outside the store with the cushion while I paid and then promptly walked past the cushion which was left on the ice cream cabinet. At least I'm getting exercise, as I have to travel twice the distance anywhere we go to collect the bloody cushion.

We arrived home with the cushion showered and changed and then sat to watch the football with some friends who had arrived, the wine flowed and the pate was eaten, note to self make sure you check your bottles before purchasing, Emerald Riesling is shit, but the bloody bottle is identical to the Sauvignon Blanc, four bottles in the fridge and no one wants to drink them, well except the vampire that is, he can have them all, especially as he bought a gift of fire water Palinka for My Beloved which is made from Pears, now that stuff would strip paint off a door just with the fumes.

Do not play with your food