So it was time for our holiday and this year we were going on holiday with 9 of The Clampitt’s (1 more arrived later) Also known as the in-laws (only joking) so up at 3am to head the airport. 3am used to be the minimum time acceptable for me to come in from a nights clubbing. Oh how far and distant those days seem. The flight etc went as well as it could with three kids en tow. The youngest kicked off a few times but seeing as the plane was a Thomas Cook plane the was at various times a loud orchestra of young children kicking off. The post airport travel ended up being a full coach to ourselves. I was expecting a sweaty mini bus so it was a nice bonus to have an air conditioned coach all to ourselves so I sat at the back on my own but was soon surrounded by kids who only had one thing on their mind and that was to swim. So we’re arrived at our villas called Amrillas. We are split over two villas and they are lovely with a small pool each. The highlight for me sadly and quite predictable was it had wifi and and so our various “I” gadgets kicked in and thus the availability for me to bang out a blog and keep in touch with the outside world. I have though made a conscious effort to not waste time on Facebook. It’s bad enough being on it at home but on your holiday it’s grim. I still can’t cure my addiction though and have a sneaky look just to see what cause I am being invited to like normally attached with a picture of a sick child !
First evening we just went out for a quick meal local and the first attempt at ordering a plain hamburger was successful. The only of the local Spar must think he has won the lottery with the amount of booze and crisps being bought . Day two and to score some brownie points I took the youngest for a walk in her pram where I discovered two beaches and an Irish pub which was later visited by the male members of the group. A bar very much to my liking as I had my first Desperado of the holiday. The second night of the holiday and it was a BBQ outside one of our villas. Or as the kids were calling it a “pool party” the highlight of which was towards the end of the evening we had 5 “happy people” figures on top of a lilo and the last man standing won the pot (1 euro a man) after much cheering and ooooohing and ahhhhhhing it took somebody to dive bomb into the pool to bring a result. It was actually more engrossing than comes across on here a “had to be there moment” We have some happy people figures so are planning a full game so everybody can have a happy people figure and put a euro into the pot and we can play the game now called the happy people Olympics.
Random thought for the day was when I was scoffing a crisp butty I noticed how the quality of Lay crisps (Walkers) is much better than ours. As you will see below the crisps are lovely and unblemished where as ours aren’t. I clearly eat too many crisps and drink too many Desperado’s but hey I am on holiday. So no fights with the Clampitt’s yet but it’s only day two and a lot can happen and we could all end up on Jeremy Kyle airing our grievances post holiday.
Fay x x x x x