First question was “Have you seen it” to which I wanted to say “Is it on the trolley, can you point to it” but my stony ground image reared up and stopped me.
“What should I have seen”,
“A bug”,
“No just a feeling, though there has been the odd orange one bout ½ inch in size”.
Snort followed by “That’s a dune bug…..”
“Well should I be worried about them ???? Do they bite?”
“They’re from the outside, they die when they come in.” (Aren’t all bugs from the outside?).
“You got a dawg or a caat?”
“No just a man” Huge sigh…wanders around spraying all the edges with his little portable can and spray.
Conclusion....for the bug man to get excited it has to have appeared on British TV advertising insurance or be able to survive a nuclear explosion and ice age, have large antennae sort of thing and then scuttle and generally disappear when you switch on the light……NOT IN MY KITCHEN SCUSE ME.
Maybe I will experience his job satisfaction from hereonin because we have just had a weekend that was the first 100 degrees weekend and I have managed to make my legs go brown - you beautiful fair skin folk will understand the level of achievement here. I have tried to be responsible in this, building up slowly so 9 weeks not bad I think....Burnt my bum on the side of the sun lounger though and P burned finger ends when he first picked one up that had been left in direct sunlight for about 5 minuteswithout a towelling cover.
This was direct contrast to last week, our first major road trip..we did the bank holiday style weekend away with torrential rain…in San Antonio…allegedly four hours drive away. First picture coming up,
found a reason to make an ambitious conversion.
Next two... For me if the boats were less gaudy the River walk would be even prettier.
My girls would be proud of me up the tower in a lift on the outside which was built for the 1968(?) World Fair. P was impressed and wondered if I would have the screaming ab dabs when I felt the darn thing sway..
the earth did move for me but I managed to keep my reaction under wraps.The Alamo was the other reason for going
and the mustachioed chappy within.
I had hoped to get my big brother a Davy Crockett hat to replace the one our old boxer dog mauled in about 1967 but he and my other brother will have to make do with a mention of being there in spirit in the visitor's book. The quality of tourist products these days...and the fact that my brother's head is not the size it was when he wore short trousers. There were 15 Englishmen in the Alamo and I think 3 Scotsman and a couple of Welshman too...we were impressed. Had dinner on Friday night in an old brothel come general store known as Liberty’s. Everything was on a slant, bar, walls, ceiling, floors etc. The most cosmopolitan place we have seen yet in Texas. It was also the longest we have been allowed to sit at a dinner table. Saturday night on the River walk was a combination of polite Hull City Centre Friday night rowdiness and traditional Mexican bands serenading diners. The trumpet playing was v melancholic.
Sunday we bought a new gaff in the German district ...
Then the drive home, the last time I gripped the dashboard in such a way was reversing down an almost single track, hairpin, dust road on the Susten Pass in Switzerland this was because the enormous spaghetti fuelled Fiat driver in front of us tried and failed dismally to apply mouth to engine resuscitation to his van which could not carry three of him up a 1 in 3 and so had commenced a reversing death slide, and hell anyways handbrakes are only for turns into parking spaces in the middle of Rome. Photo is a bit blurred to show full extent of cause of white knuckle ride but this went on for 30 minutes.
The photo is not taken at the deepest point as I was trying to tell where the edge of road was while P tried to judge the middle…did you know that fan belts whistle and slip when they get wet and it actaully only takes 6 inches of flowing water to move a 2 ton car (sorry...actually some of you probably do know that now). Like Hull there are counties in Texas awaiting the approval of federal funding to fix the flood damage.
Last one is the sunset over the Trinity River which is next to our apartment.
I had forgotten to mention the magical creatures for me…the fireflies at dusk, can’t capture them on film as shutter speed to slow. But they fill me with the same joy as fireworks..Simple soul I hear you say.
Oh and the HIM AND ME bit of the title…the name of the dentist with whom we have registered. Whilst a reference to the number of people at the practice I think it will be used as the opener when presenting the bill…That’s just $2,000 for the scale and polish. Bye to y'all and have a good conference to those to whom it means anything. xx
