Good afternoon dear Readers.......Further to my blog from yesterday regarding our holiday, I felt that I must share with you my husband's short-comings and Idiosyncrasies. He really is a complete lunatic... as he demonstrated this holiday....
See this picture of a Paella? Yes? As we all know, Paella has rice...correct? Well, we were all sitting in one of the fanciest seafood restaurants in Port Douglas and it was expensive but lovely and we were looking at the menu....Now, my beloved adores seafood and was taken by the dish named Paella which contained mussels, prawns, crab, fish, scallops, etc, etc.....I said to him that I was surprised that he was considering it with rice in it.....He took no notice!.....I believe that he was drinking or had been consuming Guinness and was already 3 sheets in the wind when we arrived at the restaurant..... We all ordered our meals and waited in great anticipation as we had seen some of the meals being served and they looked absolutely delicious....
My husband's Paella arrived, looking very much as the picture above......He attacked it with great gusto and then stopped eating......The conversation between us went something like this:-
Me...."What's wrong with your meal?"
Him..."It's got rice in it!"
Me...."It's Paella, there is supposed to be rice in it...it's a rice dish..!"
Him..."But I don't like rice!"
Me...."I told you there was rice in the dish!"
Him..."Well, there's too much!"
At which the whole table was roaring with laughter and when the waitress asked him why he wasn't eating his meal he told her that he didn't think there would be rice in it....The waitress thought he was off his rocker and when she realised that he was serious she backed away.....See, I told you....A lunatic!
From that moment, everything my beloved touched or ordered became a joke.....like Paella without the rice, Guinness without the black stuff, Chicken without all the white stuff....Coffee..hold the beans....T-Bone....no bone.....You get the picture.....The boys got a lot of fun out of giving my beloved a hard time....Serves himself right.....Actually he got paid back...we were at another restaurant and he ordered a Chicken Pie....It sounded wonderful on the menu having a lovely crispy crust over an oval pie.....That's all he got.....He searched everywhere for the chips or at least a salad as an accompaniment, but, nothing.....I laughed my head off.....
The first morning we were there at Port Douglas we decided to go for a walk as we are used to exercising every morning....My beloved had his old runners and socks on and off we trotted.. We actually went the full length of 4 mile beach and back again.....I was fine but when he took his shoes off all of his toes had dreadful blisters on them.....I asked him why he didn't say anything....He said that he didn't feel it until his took his socks off......How is that even possible?....I always feel every rub on my feet and toes....He had to then wear thongs for the rest of the holiday.......He bought them himself and they were bright, gawdy blue and red.....Very fetching! Not!...He had to wear them at night out to dinner as well......It was then that I realised that I am a big fat snob....My husband in thongs at dinner? How uncouth!
Val, one of the other guys in our group is Italian by heritage and speaks very fluent Italian....My beloved decided that he too could speak Italian, mainly when he had a skin full. Everything became Italian....."I wish to have a beero!" he would say.....or "I would like some spaghetio!" or "This is a great restauranto" ...He just simply put an "O" on everything, using an Australian/Italian accent and when he had a few, he would drive me crackers speaking his version of Italian....Naturally the other men thought he was funny! He was not! He was very annoying!
One night we went to this place called the IronBar.....They conduct Toad races there and while we were eating, my beloved bought 2 entry tickets to the toad races.....He had no clue what he had bought and expected to get a toad to race at the very least....All his $10.00 got was entry into the curtained area of the bar/restaurant.....It was pretty pathetic actually....The poor toads....They had little coloured bands on them and had to contend with people of all nationalities kissing them, putting them into a bucket and then getting tipped out again on a table....The poor things then had to hop for their lives while idiots blew crackers whistles at them. (See actual pictures below) Most of them fell off the table and were ceremonially grabbed by their respective jockeys (yes jockeys) and dumped in another bin.....Not good for the toads.....poor little bastards.....They would have been better off frozen. My beloved was bitterly disappointed, especially as the winning "jockey" only got a xxxx beer stubbie and it was opened at that!....He went on about it for days!....
All in all, my beloved proved that yet again he can be a bigger nutcase then most.....but, I guess that's why I love him.....Silly old bugger he is! xoxo
Hi, At 59 I am just finding my feet in the world...So exciting! I have learnt a lot over the years.....gone from being extremely hard up to living a very comfortable life and loving every single minute of it.......My boys are grown up and living good lives themselves and I am so proud of them.......I have the best husband in the world (most of the time anyway....hahaha) and I have 3 dogs who I just adore and they adore me...... I try to live by my motto ......"Be like the sun....let your warmth shine through always"