Cyprus, Knickers and Bras

This morning we woke at three to make ourselves presentable for the flight to Cyprus, we were collected at 4am and transported to the airport, taxi ride short, queuing at the airport not so short, the initial queue to get the bags through the X-ray, and then to get checked in was amazingly quick, but once we tried to get through the departures X-ray we were confronted by a herd of Ninjas' and their offspring of which there were many, I have often been tempted to lift the long skirt of a passing Ninja woman and check if her pelvic floor is dragging along the ground, because 10 plus babies is apparently an average, I'm squinting just thinking about that.

Anyway we eventually got passed the surly security guard whose mother needed to slap some manners into him, but obviously decided against it for reasons only she would know, and we were free to browse the duty free, bored! 2 mins later and we were sitting with our water and diet coke chattering about the state of My Beloved's sandwich, soggy was an understatement, I'm sure he could have rung the bread out and used the juice to rehydrate his tuna had he not been cowking at the thought of even attempting to eat the disastrous choice of sandwich he had made.

Our flight was pleasant, mine because My Beloved slept and I had peace to read my new diet book, My Beloved's because he got to catch up on his sleep as he had lost out due to a need to empty his bladder half way through the night, they say age doesn't come itself, maybe its his pelvic floor that needs checking....

Our driver was waiting with his sign, and whisked us off to Limassol and The Crowne Plaza, upgraded to a sea view, don't mind if we do. My Beloved left for work and I headed out for some retail therapy. 

I had no sooner left the hotel, crossed the road than I was stopped by a man from New York, initially I thought he was lost and was looking for directions, obviously not for New York but around Limassol, but I am not sure that it was directions on his agenda, I left him after telling him I was here with My Beloved and he left me saying I had a lovely smile, quite funny really cos I'm sure I had been scowling not minutes before he stopped me as the sun was directly in my face so much so that I hadn't even seen him coming.

Anyway I meandered the roads and stores Debenhams was first up, and then I wandered around until I happened upon M & S, I really thought I was in retail heaven, and the fact that the store closed at 3pm and not 1pm like I had first thought was music to my ears, so from 12.30 till closing I strolled those aisles searching out the bargains, tracking down the undies and scouring the clothes for items I have been deprived of since being in Israel. Then it was time for coffee in their cafe which was a lovely space, open and airy and the staff were very helpful, as were all the sales girls who helped me with discounts on knickers and the like, I felt a little like royalty the only thing they didn't do was offer to carry my bags, although they did offer to call a taxi for me.

I strolled down the road with my arms laden with goodies and eventually found the bus stop and decided my sore feet needed a rest, well until the bus arrived and I hopped on and paid my Euro to take me to the Crowne, I headed straight for the lobby bar as I had not had lunch and food was required. I ordered fish, and told them to hold the sides. One really shouldn't read and eat at the same time, I nearly jumped out of my skin when the American from New York strolled up without me seeing him and started speaking to me, he is staying in the hotel, offft, and he once again told me about my winning smile and laugh, and asked if my Husband tells me this????? Ok so the heaby jebbys are setting in now, he left again, only to return a little while later and this time he told me his name, ALAN great Alan is going to be a pain I can just tell, he left once again.

So I eventually left the lobby bar and headed to the room with my bags and then headed out again as I needed a sim card for My Beloved as his works number is worse than useless and he is like me without his connections to the outer world, lost....

Whilst walking back across the road, I caught sight of ALAN once again only this time he was chatting to another woman in the street, I'm hoping he prefers her winning smile and I will no longer be a person of interest.......

I forgot to mention the bra incident, having asked to be measured an eyebrow was raised when I said the size I usually wear, and I was told no, no you don't need that big pfffft, but when I tried on the bras I was given and I showed the lady as you do, I was told yes they are good for you, they fit, please! when I raised my arms my boobies tried to escape under the wire and the lady still insisted they fitted, I may need new bras but I think I will wait till I can get to Bravissimo because those guys know how to fit a bra......

Our evening was spent eating at Nandos of all places, I just don't get that place at all, the chicken was nice enough even though the waitress thought I was demented when I told her 'No please I don't want the two sides that go with my dish!" but the best thing about the meal was the coffee a double espresso oooohhh it was heaven.

We were in bed relatively early as My Beloved was afffa tired having spent his first day back in a manual saddle since last May, think I may have to shovel him out of bed in the morning!