DH has just had a birthday and he was given a huge jar of choc coated almonds and two large Old Jamaica chocolates. I would like to say I have ignored them. I haven't! Yummo! They are nearly gone thank goodness!
We just stayed a night away by the sea. We had a nice time, but our host was so not like "Basil Fawlty" that he was almost unbearable. We arrived at the "studio apartment" and were greeted by a "very friendly" man who proceeded to get us to sign a declaration that if anything was trashed or stolen our credit card would be charged. We were then shown the apartment, which was immaculate, spotlessly clean, modern, and nicely decorated. There were lots of luxurious pillows on the bed with a laminated, printed sign sitting on them telling us not to use those pillows. We must only use the pillows that were in the wardrobe. "Basil" told us he would be back later with our breakfast provisions. He brought a basket of breakfast provisions of bacon and eggs, juice, cereal and bread for us to cook our breakfast with a note on them to please wash our dishes after use. Every time we walked out of our door "Basil" was there. He was always looking busy (doing I don't know what).At night we decided to walk to a Bistro a couple of kms down the road for a meal. We had a lovely meal and a few drinks, won our meal money back on Keno and started walking back to our room. We were giggling about our host (the wine helped), when a 4 wheel drive pulled up beside us. It was dark, so at first we didn't know who it was. "Hello you two. Just saw you come out of the Bistro and thought you would like a ride back to your room". Sure enough it was "Basil". We tried to tell him we would love to walk in the fresh night air, but he wouldn't take "No" for an answer.
There was no sign of "Sybil" during our stay and I think she may have been like the real Sybil and found every opportunity not to be there with "Basil". Maybe he was just lonely, but all in all, I was glad to come home!