So – just back from our week at Neilson in Lemnos – still can't quite believe I've done another 'resort-based' holiday (yuk, yuk, eeky eek), nor – even worse – that I seem to have flown home on a Thomas Cook airplane surrounded by a thousand bawling toddlers. I think that when I dropped half a cup of H's coffee on the tatty carpet it actually improved it.
But – actually it was a pretty good week. My fears of being surrounded by endless braying yachties 'what ho, super wind today, yah?' were … ok, actually right… but they weren''t a bad bunch. Entertaining discussions every day 'what are you up to?' 'oh, just doing the 8am 3 hour bike ride up the mountain, then fitball class, then aqua aerobics, then the sailing regatta, oh and wake-boarding around 4ish… just a quiet day'.
Yadda yadda…. .
And even though I did 2 hours of exercise every day, from circuits to fitball (as my rudely re-awoken stomach muscles attested to) I have still come back having put on 4 pounds! Bloody grollocks this exercise lark. And I only had 2 ice creams all week – wish I'd eaten the entire bleddy freezer now.
Spent most of our time with 2 Guardian-reading gay birds from Hove (yes the full cliche as they themselves admitted) and various bike bunnies that H bonded with, in his quest to evolve from rugby boy on a bike to being – as he was on the last night – crowned 'King of the Mountains'. He did admit that he won as the whole group had paused before the top for a view or something on the last ride then he'd legged it for his bike, cycled the final 20 yards like a man possessed and put his hands in the air in full Tour de France/Greece style and nailed it. Cue: a small square of fabric with some polka dots drawn on and 'King of the Mountains' handwritten on in a squiggly style – no expense spared (spent?), on these Neilson prizes…
So – some photos for your delectation, as I crack on with my own personal mountain – the ironing. Who the hell has been wearing and washing my entire wardrobe while I've been away????!!!!
S x
PS Oh, and just looking at the photos – no that hat isn't his!