Daily Archives: October 13, 2009

I’m dreaming of a…Tesco checkout

supermarketcheckoutYou might think that living and owning your own hotel in the sunny south of France would be the ideal idyll – it can be you know, but it is not sunny ALL the time and being a hotel owner definitely has it’s drawbacks. I watch episodes of Fawlty Towers with a whole new perspective these days and I really do empathise with poor old Basil…

Before we left Belfast for France I had a nice comfy little job in Tesco involving a variety of  customer service, front desk positions and most often checkouts; I liked my work there because you get to meet people, you’re nice and busy and you get to leave the job behind when your shift is finished. Not so with the hotel. There were times in France when I was up to my eyeballs in dirty bed linen, breakfast dishes and not-so-nice guests and that was when my mind would drift back to that job in Tesco…how easy it all seemed and why was I mad enough to leave it!

Anyway, I’ve applied for another position there and hope to start soon – the money will come in more than handy for Xmas going by the wish-list my children are drawing up!

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I miss throwing a shrimp on the barbie…

barbequeOne of the things I really do miss about living in Australia is the backyard barbeques we always had throughout the year. Fortunately the weather in Sydney, where I lived, was suitable for bbq’s pretty much all year round except for certain times at the height of summer – that’s when you get the total fire bans issued and you can’t strike a match anywhere outside let alone light a barbie.

Aussie homes have as much Outdoor furniture as they do indoor furniture and if you have a swimming pool, as many homes there do, there is usually a couple of sundeck chairs around the pool area as well. When I was a child my sister and I were never indoors during the hot weather; we’d get up first thing in the morning and have a swim, get dressed for school and when we got home it would be straight back into the pool again until Mum called us for dinner. More often than not though Mum would set up the Patio furniture and we would eat dinner outside under ‘the back porch’. Nobody sits inside in the summer…

Those were the days for sure. Now I’m planning to turn our smallish backyard here in Northern Ireland into something that we can sit out in next summer; the evenings here can get quite balmy and of course it is daylight until almost 11pm so sitting inside seems a waste of all that. I rather like the look that Wicker furniture gives an area, especially outside, and it is unlikely to get damaged by the heat here (no chance of that in fact…). We are (fingers crossed) getting a conservatory built on the back of the house before Xmas and I have already chosen some similar furnishings for that so I would like to continue the style and take it outdoors as well. Okay, so we don’t have any room for a swimming pool but I am still going to do my best to create my own little piece of Oz in a quiet corner of Belfast – and minus the flies too!

So here’s looking at throwing a shrimp on our new barbie in June 2010!

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My son and a man called ‘Marilyn’

marilynmansonBack in July I asked my son what he would like for his birthday in August and his very quick reply went like this: I want tickets to see Marilyn Manson in concert!

Well it so happens that I do know who Marilyn is mostly because Mr Manson has been around for quite a while now – though not in the same way that Rod Stewart has – but  I happen to regard this painted fellow as rather non threatening. Any guy who takes as much trouble over his makeup as ol’ Marilyn cannot be too bad – just look at that lipstick and the one dark eye circle…!

Also he was married to Dita von Teese so he obviously appreciates girly-girls and she has attested to the fact that he is really a big pussy cat once that makeup comes off. Heck, I vaguely remember the fuss parents made over the venerable Alice Cooper back in the 1970′s and how father’s everywhere trembled in their boots when their daughters swooned everytime Gene Simmons from Kiss poked his very long tongue out – so Marilyn really is not all that scary.

Well I managed to get William his tickets – one for him and one for his girlfriend – and they are bopping away (is that term still in vogue…?) at the Sydney concert as I type this. Hope he has a great time.

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