Turkish tails

Well I'm back from a wonderful holiday in Turkey. Sunshine, sea and too much food! Quite how I'm going to explain this explosion of weight at fat club on Tuesday I don't know. Oh well, I'll face that hurdle when I have to.

Now, before anyone thinks that I've lost the plot and the ability to spell in my title, please don't be alarmed. All will become clear later.

I discovered whilst on holiday that I have a new skill and am working on yet another one. Now, interestingly, they both revolve around golf. No, I haven't had a sudden urge to start playing golf, but I did go round the golf course with my husband, not once, but twice! My first discovery was that driving a golf buggy is actually enormous fun. I'm not quite sure what any of the other players thought about my skill, but I felt great about it. I do admit to getting some slightly strange looks at the purple knitting I was doing whilst waiting to chauffeur my husband to the next bit of the hole (or whatever the terminology is). Yes, I discovered that I can drive a buggy, knit and watch golf all at the same time. Now before you panic, I was obviously not driving the buggy round and knitting at the same time. However, during the breaks whilst waiting to watch where the ball went (the second talent which I am developing), my purple knitting was a good distraction. Personally I feel that the rules of golf are bonkers and whoever invented them is some saddo. However many times my wonderfully patient husband tried to explain them to me, they didn't really make much sense. Added to that, they put trees, bushes and big dollops of sand in the middle of the 'green'. Sometimes there's even water. This makes it very difficult to find the ball on occasion and if you are unable to find it, they then make you take penalty points for the pleasure of losing your ball! How odd. Trying to look for a small white round thing in a huge bush or bank of grasses is very hard, trust me! I still have to refine the skill of following the ball and seeing where it lands. This is not all that easy as the idea is that the ball goes a long way. Now, given that it is quite small, there are hills, dunes and all the above mentioned obstacles, you are trying to spot something rather small at a long distance - not easy. As the advert says, should have gone to Specsavers. I'm not even sure they could help.

Our hotel was lovely, with a bathroom to die for. The most amazing bath I have ever seen in my life. Bliss. The weather was lovely and hot, the beach was about 5 minutes walk from our room as was the restaurant with soooo much food! Hence the slight over eating. I tried very hard to be good, but it simply wasn't possible. I did however manage to become almost vegetarian for the week. Now this probably sounds quite strange, but there is a very good reason and it belongs to the tails in the title. One large tail and 6 very small tails, all belonging to such a cute little feline family. There was mummy pussycat and her 6 babies all living in the flower bed alongside the outside eating area. They were very popular and created quite a stir. I decided (in my usual way) that they needed some help, so each day I got my meat from the buffet and then took it outside. At this point I had to devise various ways of concealing it if we weren't sitting close enough to them so I could transport It across to kitty corner and feed them. So it was that I spent several minutes after each meal sitting on the ground (or worse still climbing in the bushes in the flower bed) feeding a hungry little family while bemused people stared at me. I however feel that I have done my good deed and Daisy should be thankful that it is illegal to bring live animals back home in a suitcase or she would have some stiff competition. If I'd know they were going to be there, I would have taken all the food that fussy Daisy won't eat with me to feed them!

Daisy was not impressed by our absence and has shown us in the only way she can, by scratching and making life pretty odd since we got back. She spent most of the first day back literally clinging on to me as I tried to walk round the house unpacking and sorting stuff out. Thankfully she has now regained her composure somewhat and become her normal self (whatever that may be as she is certainly not normal). I'm not sure if Simba even noticed we were gone or not. He may have realised just because he could come home without the fear of being touched (shock horror) by one of us and therefore sleep in peace. Who knows?!

Now it's time to play catch up with life in the next week to get ready for the next trip. More on that later.

Am now off to do some more sorting but will e in touch again soon.

Bye for now.

Rxx