Weekend nearly over,though a really nice relaxing one. Didn't see much of Bristol as we decided to head straight fo the hotel and to chill out from the start. We didn't feel the need to explore the city as we have been there many times before as Steve's friend from college days Rhys grew up there and lived there before moving to Wales. Had a light lunch in the bar, sat by a wonderful log fire and spent the afternoon in the spa, swimming and reading. Funnily enough I'm reading a biography of a Bristol woman who was born in 1918 and raised her family during the war, after the war her dream was to have a prefab home! I'm sure she would see a change in Bristol nowadays!
We had a lovely evening with dinner in the restaurant, we had consummed a bottle of Champagne before the meal and wine with the meal so everything was feeling good with the world!
Started the day with a full English breakfast, well I say started, it was about 10.00am and Steve had been to the Gym where he had used 650 calories towards his breakfast. Breakfast was lovely and all the more enjoyable because its something we only have very occaisionally for a special treat. Our nice french waiter was very confused when Steve requested Marmite! He hadn't heard of it and asked us to repeat the word a couple of times! meal over, we left the table ready for a couple of hours lazing by the pool! The Jacuzzi was functioning, as it had been out of order the day before, I joined a couple of a similar age in the warm bubbly water for more relaxation! What a mistake!!!! The lady as soon as I entered the water started to chat at me and I soon heard most of her life history, I couldn't get a word in edge ways and neither could her poor husband who kept interceeding and who was quickly put in his place by his bossy wife. After they had left the pool area, I made an error of judgement and entered the changing area too soon, in the mistaken belief that this woman would have changed and been out of the way!! I sat at the mirror in order to wash the mascara out of my eyes, when once again I was acosted by this horrendous woman who proceeded to tell me about her husbands flebitis! (inflamed veins in his legs). I hurried back to Steve who doesn't quite get why I didn't just tell her to 'shut up'!
We left the hotel and decided to end our weekend with a trip to the Bristol branch of Ikea, funny how I hate shopping, but just love Ikea, I think because its so different to any other shop. We easily found things to add to our basket, even though we didn't know at the begining of the weekend that we needed any of them, some things quite as boring as new pillows and little plastic clips to fasten opened bags with, candles, a bag of pebbles (yes we live by the sea)!
Tried to stay awake to watch Miss Marple, but after a very busy weekend, just crawled into bed at 9.00pm and slept soundly until the alarm went off at 6.00am.