Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink

Never has my liver had such a bashing as it has over the last ten days during which time the Geordies and the Scots were in country. If there was a fight off I think the Scots would win the drinking contests hands down, cos the Geordies just can't handle it, well the men anyways..........

It appears that My Beloved is not the only one with an intolerance to vodka, it transpires that it is a Mather trait, male and female, there is not one Mather who can handle a night of the voddie without turning into something akin to The Hulk, but with more Mather, no aggressive you understand just more grunt. Luckily when the boys were here they all decided that vodka was the devil and should be avoided at all costs.

Well our last night with the Duncan's was spent bar hopping through the streets of Tel Aviv, we started in Mike's Place then headed for a fantastic Thai House meal on Bograshov, the meal was lovely and my glass noodles were an absolute delight, my tastebuds were singing and I even allowed everyone a taste, my hand only twitched to slap them once before I got it in check.  Arnie has decided that he needs Tattie soup when he gets home and we have had to listen to him, go on an on to Sonya about making it for him, so funny we laughed at his tales of spoons standing in bowls of tattie soup, and how they would have to buy beef on the road home from Aberdeen or he would not get his soup.

Jesus, Garry and Arnie

We had an amazing evening stotting from one bar to the next, we even met Jesus in one of the bars, and apparently I was drinking hot apple something or other with red wine, which when I was reminded of I suddenly remembered I


really rather liked that odd concoction, but it was the next day before I remembered with a little prodding that I had actually drank it, we had coffee's and cake, chips and wine, whisky and beer and all in no particular order. We stopped and chatted with a street vendor who made these beautiful puppets and finger bobs, Arnie had to buy Gargamel the sworn enemy of the smurfs just for some fun and started to talk to waitresses with it, we rather like Gargamel....

I am not sure how My Beloved has managed to get up for work fresh as a wilted Daisy everyday since our guests arrived, but every morning he has taken himself to work, either by car, by bike or even on foot and has managed to be very productive in all that he has tried, 10/10 to that Mather he is hardcore.

The Duncan's are now home and Israel is all quiet again, we have had a great time showing them around Israel a country we have grown in love with and are very sad to leave.

As to the leaving, well we are not going cold we decided we don't like it, so we are currently waiting, and waiting and waiting, watch this space for the next adventurous instalments in the trials and tribulations of The Happy Housewife............