As I am confined to my sickbed (sad face) with a bout of pleurisy that has wrecked my Christmas, I thought it would be nice to have a look back at my year….indulge me, I’m bedridden here!
January-March: These months were mostly taken up with my annual traipse to a slimming club. Sxxxxxing Wxxxd was the club of choice this year. I found the format and the leader to be toe-curlingly hideous – sitting in a circle applauding someone for losing half a pound or commiserating (and applauding, strangely) a poor sinner who had succumbed to a roast potato was definitely not for me. I did, however, find solace every week listening to people’s hilarious attempts to make faux fast food -ie: pizza and KFC – using dried potato granules! Yep, Smash is king in the land of the slimmer, and you really haven’t lived until you’ve tried a pizza with a Smash base – and it is every bit as vomit inducing as it sounds!! I did lose a stone though…but the pizza/smash combo had nothing to do with it!
Work was going well, I’d settled into my new job and even though I only started in October I felt a part of the team and absolutely loved it. I was working in a school, my dream job with hours to die for. I couldn’t have asked for anything more on the job front.
Home life rumbled along, as it does…Child continually testing my patience as the testosterone worked it’s magic – seeing the smug grin on my mum’s face as she sees payback in all it’s glory is slightly disconcerting! Although it’s not all bad, sometimes his real persona makes its way through the swamp of puberty and he is a joy to have around, my funny, handsome, kind little man who I love unconditionally despite the testing teenage strops!! He has settled into “big school” now and is doing really well. We are trying to cope with husband being away for 4 weeks and home for 2 but I don’t think we will ever get used to or enjoy it, it’s just something we have to endure and it’s not a natural state of affairs – I defy anyone to enjoy having their parter away for such a stretch or indeed enjoy having them home 24/7 for a fortnight!
We booked our summer holiday in January, 2 weeks in July ( I couldn’t go in term time with my new job) to Riviera Maya, Mexico, of course, we tried to resist the pull but just couldn’t do it! We even decided to go back to the same hotel because we enjoyed it so much last year, I was a little wary of doing this but lost out to the majority – we are a very democratic family! At least the thought of the beautiful beaches and warm Caribbean Sea helped to make winter a little more bearable for SAD old me!
More to follow, I’m ill y’know…..
Well I’m back from my Mexican adventure with plenty of tales to tell but first of all I need to reassure you that yes, you read the title correctly; I am indeed praising airline food!
Airline food, in my experience, is usually an abomination. It looks and tastes like school dinners from the 1970s. The old adage often heard “Chicken or Beef” was laughable as I could have been eating raccoon or cotton wool and I wouldn’t have been able to tell!
Well, as far as Thomas Cook Airways is concerned, things have changed drastically and it’s all down to one man:
Step forward James Martin, celebrity chef and hopefully the next Mr Bee…….
Now I have to admit that I certainly wouldn’t kick James out of bed for eating biscuits, if you know what I mean, but he has now been elevated to God-like status after my culinary experience during my flight to Mexico.
The food looked and tasted as it should! The chicken was tender and succulent, the vegetables nicely al dente, the flavours of the cheesecake were easily discernible and the compote accompanying the cheese and biscuits was just heavenly.
Well done Thomas Cook for treating your passengers like human beings and realising that one shouldn’t have to sit in Upper Class to be given edible food. It was my first flight with your airline but definitely not my last.
Oh and James, I’ve a packet of Digestives with your name on it……