vacation

Long time no post - shame on me. Writers block, busy life - boring life. But now that I've remembered how to log on (!) back to my rambling habits.

Just back from vacation (another Americanism that's crept in to the dialect - used to be holidays before). Went to Oahu in Hawaii. LOVED IT. Palm trees, beaches, mai tai' s. Mmmmm.

Wee girl became snorkelling demon. Snorkelling in the pool, in the sea, in the shower, on the loo (photo's to prove it on request). Wee boy became a hula demon. Father NOT impressed by that. Mai Tai muddled mother found it hysterical.

Snorkelling with a 9 year old is very interesting. Especially in shallow rocky bays. (Shark's Cove to be specific). She's scooting around without a care, I keep getting my boobs and budha belly scuffed on the rocks. Ouch. Also, her fascination with BIG fish was slightly disconcerting. I know I'm a coward/freak/wimp/woose etc etc etc, but I do not like to be swimming with big giant silver and green stripy toothy boggle eyed beasts. (God knows I dated enough of them in the 80's!) Wee nemo-esque blue and yellow things are fine - but the big giant ugly thangs - eeeeek!

Very friendly people in Hawaii - especially the buff young men. No wonder the middle-aged ladies all look so cheery.

Usual ridiculously bad American road signage. Husband forced us to visit Pearl Harbor, took us longer to find it than it did to tour it. But terribly informative. terribly. (See previous blog on middle-aged men and their fascination with all things war related).

Previous to Hawaii...
Birthday parties x 3. - Beach party sooo much easier than bouncy castle with midges.
Surf camp - 9 year old can surf, husband can't.
First and second visitors of the summer - must start charging for that spare room.
4th of July parade - free candy, barbecue, fireworks, lost sister in crowd, found er again.
Sonoma cabin - floppy futon and farty bruv-in-law. Managed to lose control of my arm during conversation and literally THROW a glass of red wine over young sister. She took it well. (compensation for farty bruv-in-law).

Post Hawaii (bikini shame) now on fish, veg, white wine and chocolate diet. Will keep you posted on that one. Training for mid Sept 10K. My legs hurt. Best tip from marathon-runner-skinny-blonde-friend/personal trainer. 'the trick is to stop running before you can't breathe any more'. Sooo glad I'm not paying her!