Thursday, 22 October 2009

Banana anybody?

The rugby club were playing up in the north of France on Saturday. DH, who plans the next meal as he's eating the current meal, realised a couple of days before that Dear Son (16) and Dear Son (14) would have to eat their lunch at 11 am, travel on the coach for a couple of hours, then play rugby at 4pm without having anything further to eat. Didn't occur to me, does that mean I'm an unfit mother?

Anyway, he had the bright idea that what was needed was a snack lunch for the whole club before they went onto the pitch. Off he went to the supermarket and bought 50 bananas and 50 cereal bars. What he didn't anticipate, however, was that once they got to the north of France, the group divided up and half the team left the bus to be taken to another rugby ground. We now have dozens of bananas, all going over-ripe and with the best will in the world, we can't seem to eat them faster than they're turning black. I mean, I quite like bananas, but this too much for me. At least the cereal bars will keep till we get back from hols (bring it on!).

A lesson learned? Don't think so!

Friday, 16 October 2009

Oh next week we're off to sunny Spain!

Well, it had better be sunny! We're off on our jollies down to see DH's family in Spain. This time next week we'll be kipping in the Hotel Alize at Lerma and eating an inch thick raw steak (they're worse in Spain than in France for undercooked meat!) I'll stick to the fish dish then!

You can tell we must be due to go off on our hols, me and Dear Son (14) both have sore throats which seems to be an annual event. To cheer us up, here are some of the things we're looking forward to most, in no particular order:

going to the beach where the kids swim out in clear blue water to an island about 200 yards away, just because they can. There's a restaurant at this beach too for the grown ups.

The tapas bar in Cartagena where they do something clever with an ice cold green apple and some foie gras (yum).

Fish and chips in Watts Frying on the La Manga strip - to die for!

Seeing family and all the English people who live down there in Los Nietos who have become friends since we started going there 5 years ago.

Real pork and beef sausages at the English butchers in Cablo de Palos.

Hopefully a bit of sunshine, but since the clocks go back next weekend, it will only be for a short time in the middle of the day, if at all.


That's about all I can think of for now, bring it on! Gotta go, Corries back on now!