Flip flop flip flop - the sound of summer

An early start - 4 am in fact - destination Ibiza. All a little bleary eyed we drive down to East Midlands airport. All was going well, we had booked a 'stress free' parking service where a geezer meets you at the airport and parks your car for you. Very organised. We are walking to the entrance when Leanne shrieks 'where's my handbag!' Only the handbag with the passports and the money and EVERYTHING. I run off after the stress free guy, fortunately delayed by the ticket machine. Good job I've been running.

From then on the journey was uneventful, we found the apartment and got the keys.  Lovely aspect, lovely weather, let the holiday begin!  

After spending too much in the supermarket on chorizo and olives - it was time for a dip in the pool. Walking down to the pool, we pass a few locals, who looked at us as if we were completely mad. When we got to the pool we realised why. It may have been lovely and sunny, but the water was freezing. Being made of sturdy stuff, in we jump. Actually, once you had lost all feeling in your legs it was rather pleasant.

We splashed on the fake tan, ate tapas and drank San Miguel, took evening walks in the setting sun, and had a lovely holiday.

I even tried my hand at Spanish. After a few holas I felt very confidant. At the Cafe del Mar, famous for sunsets and music cd compilations, I order the sangria and Maisie's alcohol free cocktail in my best Spanish, and the waitress says - English is OK. Oh well. 

Back to Blighty for wedding madness.

Moving times

Not home, but work. We have moved offices at work, I am now working in the big scary library known as Western Bank Library. I keep getting lost as it's a rabbit warren. For a while I kept turning up in strange offices, smiling and saying hi I'm Rachel, my team has just moved to the old serial office and I'm finding my way around, seemed to work quite well, though I'm not sure I'll be able to get away with it next week.

We left our old office with a traditional morning tea for the librarians we were leaving behind. My team went to the local supermarket on mass (all 5 of us) It was exactly like Reservoir Dogs except with librarians as we walked along. An intimidating sight for anyone I'm sure! Also, I've decided that if ever I have a shop that sells pastries, I'll have a sign on the door saying 'one librarian at a time' similar to the school kid signs you see on sweet shops! Enough said.

After our morning tea, we strode up the road to new beginnings. Of course we had to stop at a cafe for more coffee. After coffee we went …no not the new office, the pub. after all it would be a couple of hours before our desks and pcs were set up. Who ever said librarians were stuffy tea drinking, tight wearing bespectacled twin set donning ladies, we know how to live!

On arrival at the new office, the existing occupants had made lovely rainbow welcome signs and there was cake. Perfect for afternoon tea. All in all a good day. And - the library is right next to a really lovely park, with a lake, ducks and trees in full blossom, perfect for lunch tomorrow.

I love daffodils, they are so ridiculous. 

Time for change, antiques, weddings and Mother's Day

A bit behind on my blogging - too busy getting used to the time change. The first morning was great, up with the larks, ignored the fact it was dark when getting up again, exercised, breakfasted, ready for work, all went smoothly. Then Tuesday hit. A completely different story. The novelty has worn off. A sluggish drag out of bed, a lack lustre breakfast, and everything at work was hard work. Now that's not right! But the good news is, it's Friday, how good is that?

We had the afternoon off - not Maisie she needed to go to school. Off to Buxton to explore the antique shops. After getting side tracked by the charity shops on the high street, we eventually got to where we remembered all the antique shops were. Yes were. There was one left, with all the other units full of shops full of stuff you don't need, and plenty of royal wedding memorabilia, which we do need apparently - if we are to believe the marketing! Humph.

Talking of weddings - the great news is  - my niece is getting married next year! She sent a message to female family members (the young ones) asking them to be bridesmaids. Curiously, me and Leanne were included in the email. I was reading the message on my phone, and I honestly thought I was being asked to be a bridesmaid. My heart started beating rather quickly, and I was finding it hard to breathe. When I scrolled down further, I saw it was Maisie who was being asked. Oh well, I guess middle aged lesbian bridesmaids are only required by a limited number of brides…one day I'll get to wear the shiny pink dress and have flowers in my hair again. Yes again, that's what the niece's parents made me wear at their wedding! Actually, the very last time I wore a dress.

Mothers day on Sunday. That means it's not safe to go to the supermarkets on Saturday evening. There will be too many fathers with the kids without the vaguest idea where the eggs and bacon are kept. The kids are too busy putting all the contraband stuff in the trolley usually banned by Mum to be of any help whatsoever. You can bet that the contraband will be eaten in the car so as not to be confiscated by the mother. Then the kids will either be sick, or have a big crash after a sugar high, or both, leaving the mother to clear up the mess. Maisie has it easy, we both know the way round a supermarket, and she knows how the coffee machine works.