I can’t believe its been a week since we got back from
holiday, it’s been life in the fast lane ever since and I don’t seem to have
stopped. It was exhausting fun on the
holiday but I actually feel like I need another holiday to recover! It didn’t help that when we landed I
developed a horrible cold, which although much better, still hasn’t fully
shifted.
So did I enjoy our holiday, well that would have to be a yes
and a no but mostly a yes. It had its challenges but we had fun and made the
most of it. The easyjet flight to Venice
was fine, we got a taxi to the port no problem but I was not impressed with the
embarkation. Queuing after check in to
get on board in the heat of the sun was not much fun especially as poor Ian
needed the loo badly. When we eventually
got on board we checked out our rooms and then headed for the outside bar on
deck 9 feeling much in need of a cold beer.
We ordered 1 drink per card which was a fag only to be told that we didn’t
have the all inclusive drinks package.
We ended up signing on a tab deciding to argue the odds with customer
services once we had drank our beer.

The next stop after beer was the maitre de to see if we
could change our table at dinner. We’d
asked for first sitting together which we got but Sue and Ian were in a different
restaurant on a different table. We got
that sorted and then spent the next 2 hours arguing with customer services
which ended up with Sue asking to see the manager. An early start and a long
day and we were exhausted by the time we met up for dinner after unpacking our
cases.
Phil’s probably said all this so sorry for repeating but I
can’t be arsed to re-read his entries.
Our first dinner was a nightmare, 40 minutes and no drinks order or food
order had been taken, in fact we hadn’t even seen the menus. We complained like crazy and eventually the restaurant
manager was sent to our table to pacify us.
The second night was much better but unfortunately the food wasn’t the
best, several courses all of which were a bit hit and miss. There was lots of fish and pasta which I suppose
is atypical for an Italian cruise liner but Ian didn’t like any of these dishes
so he really struggled.

The Italian kids must have been on school holidays because
there were loads of them along with their rude, ignorant parents. It was unfortunate that the boat was packed
and one had to struggle for a sun bed.
After a call to Cruise Nation in the UK on the second day we ended up
having to pay again for the drinks package but at the end of the day it was
worth it. The boat was difficult to
navigate, we were on floor 1, we would meet up on floor 3 for a pre-dinner
drink then take the lift to floor 5 and then we would have to take another lift
back to floor 3 and walk through the casino to get to our restaurant.


On the positive side,
the inside cabins were fine and we were looked after great by our room boy
Sammy, of course, tipping in advance always helps! It was sunny every day and I personally
enjoyed the ports we stopped in especially as there were no tenders so you
could get straight off. I did make it to
the gym twice but the air conditioning was turned off so it was really sweaty.
One day I decided to try out the outside Jacuzzi (in the gym) and the steam
room but the Jacuzzi was being cleaned.
Bad planning really by management as it was a day when the boat was at
sea for the whole day and night.
Phil spent a lot of his time in the room either writing his
book or writing posts for the blog so I was quite glad of being able to sit
with Ian and Sue on a sun bed on deck 9.
Beds were scarce though but Sue got wise to this and got into the habit
of putting towels on beds before 8 am. I
must say well done to Phil for keeping up with the blog, it’s always a
challenge getting wi-fi on a cruise because it is so expensive. He/we spent a lot of our time on shore
searching for an internet connection so Phil could upload. Well done again to that boy. With soaring temperatures it was all too much
for me, it didn’t help that I didn’t take my laptop so blogging really was out
of the question. Besides I feel Phil was
much more entertaining, if you’d have had my reflections I am sure in the heat
of the day, it would have been fairly negative.

We gave Sue and Ian the whole day to themselves on our 2nd
day in Venice; we checked in to our hotel and had lunch in Venice on our first day
and dinner in Maestro in a restaurant which was near to our hotel. Sue had
never been to Venice before so we thought new love and all that, that they
needed time together to explore by themselves.
This worked out well and they had a great day. I’m not going to reveal
much because I have asked Sue to do a guest blog which she has promised to do
when she gets a window of time. I
figured it would be interesting to get another take on a Costa cruise with the
Krause’s and I know she will be honest!

On our last day in Venice we checked out of the hotel, left
our cases in the storage cupboard and caught the bus into Venice. From there, we caught the water shuttle to
Lido Island which took over an hour but it was worth it. Once on the island we walked to the beach and
ordered a very large beer, Ian had to have a paddle and we debated whether to
have lunch on the beach but it was boiling hot.
On the way back to the water ferry we stopped for a very nice 2 course
lunch and then went by water back to Venice where we shared a bottle of Prosecco. Taxi back to the airport and then the BA
flight was delayed. Shame really but
luckily Sue had booked a Gatwick hotel so heads on pillows and a good British
fry up the following morning.





Phil drove home, he dropped off Sue and Ian at Newport and I
guess we got home at half eleven (am). I
was feeling so awful, full of cold and snot and zero energy levels. I washed
and dried and ironed for 5 hours but I was dead on my feet. Absolutely exhausted. I had given my bottle
of Obas oil to Harriet some time ago but I couldn’t be arsed to go to the
chemist for more, being bunged up and a head full of cotton wool so no surprise
that I didn’t sleep too good. Neither
did Phil mind you, which was even worse because he had to go to work the
following day.
Number 2 step dad wanted an invite to the caravan on Friday
and I arranged this before we went away, seemed like a good idea at the time
especially as I hadn’t seen him since last September. I felt really shit on
Thursday but I had to shop for England and cook in readiness to take to the van
on Friday. I did it but it felt like
hard work, I did a luck lustre workout at the gym on Friday morning then me and
Phil got to the van around 2.30 pm in the afternoon. I’d left the key in the
barbeque so John and Marie were able to let themselves in. Luckily for me, Sue
and Ian arrived at their van around 5 pm so that took some of the lime light off
me. Phil cooked a lovely barbeque which we managed to eat outside before the
rain started. When it did, we went
inside and played cards, Splodge to be precise; it wasn’t a late night and we
were in bed before 11 pm.
Nobody rushed up on Saturday morning and I guess it was half
ten by the time everyone was up and in the land of the living. I took Marie into Weston Favell to do some trivial
shopping leaving the others to chill out.
Phil cooked a mini BBQ for lunch, just hamburgers and hotdogs, sort of a
mini brunch. This was meant to be easy
but it was not to be because the gas bottle run out and the top had gone to
rust and so we had to ask Dennis next door. Bless him, he is a good neighbour,
I guess sometimes he wishes we weren’t so needy but then again we pay him well
for the jobs that he does. I digress,
once the new gas bottle was up and running lunch was good, simple I guess but
it filled a hole.
Phil and I left for Loughborough via Melton to see mum as we
had been invited to Mel’s 60th birthday party. It wasn’t the best timing but Phil was
absolutely gutted that he’d missed Steve’s 60th and good friend that
Sue is, she agreed to entertain the step dad.
I felt guilty and full of cold but in my defence, I had made a homemade
lasagne for all of them to eat in the evening.
We got to mum’s in Melton at half three, she wasn’t really
amused because I had promised we’d be there for half two. What is it with old folk, they like their
routine and got cross if you don’t get there when you say you will. But she was
fine when we did finally arrive, although saying that, she pushed us straight in
the garden to mow the lawn without even the offer of a cup of tea! Bless her. Phil pots did the grass and I did
the paperwork and then, and only then, were we offered tea and biscuits.
I am trying not to start every paragraph with ‘We’ because
to me it comes across as ‘I, I, I’ but sometimes with a blog which is parallel
to a diary then there is no other option.
We arrived at Steve’s house in Loughborough not much after 6pm. OMG, he was very organised; Steve had got us a
lovely newly made up bed with clean towels, unfortunately for me the old
sinuses kicked in around this time and I was all filling up with snot. Steve had to go round to deliver food to the
Brush Clubhouse leaving Phil and me to get dolled up for the party. Well, I say we, but I really mean me, because
I had forgotten Phil’s trousers. Thankfully he didn’t kick off much (not
really) although he had every right too, Steve is about 6 or 7 stone lighter
than Phil so there was no way he could lend him some kecks. I had brought Phil’s new navy no collar light
cheesecloth shirt and his M&S blue shorts so he looked quite acceptable
especially as it was such a hot night.
I wasn’t really looking forward to Mel’s party, mainly
because I had never met Mel and also aside from Phil and Steve I didn’t know
anyone else at the party. But it was
fine, they were a really friendly bunch, the snot problem calmed down, I danced
all night and actually had a good time.
I slept like a baby and was reluctant to climb out of Steve’s spare comfy
bed on Sunday morning but we had to get back to the caravan. There was just time for a couple of cups of
tea and a visit to Steve’s new house and then it was straight on the M1 back to
Overstone.
Step dad and Marie and Ian and Sue were all sitting out
under the gazebo when we got back to the van, it was such a lovely day. Sue made us tea and then she and Ian left to
go back to MK.
Phil started watching the
Silverstone Grand Prix and the plan was to go to The Manor for lunch but
everyone bar me was reluctant. I was disappointed because I was looking forward
to a roast dinner. Never mind, I ended up doing cheese and onion quiche with
new potatoes and salad with strawberries and cream for dessert. It was a quiet afternoon and not a late
night.
Phil had to go on a speed awareness course in Northampton so
had to be up early on Monday morning as the course started at half eight. Step dad and Marie left to go back to Suffolk
at 10 am leaving me to change beds and clean and pack up. I managed to get 2 loads of washing done and
dried but decided to take the rest back home to sort. Phil got back to the van at quarter to one
and I half expecting him to be grumpy but in fact he actually said he really
enjoyed the course and was even considering doing the advanced driving
course! Even more surprising was the
drive from Overstone back to MK, for the first time ever in the whole 30 years
that I have known him, Phil actually adhered to all the speed limits. Shock, horror! I do wonder whether it will last though, the
test will come when he drives us to Southampton on Friday.
Phil is officially on a diet; he weighed himself when we got
back from the cruise and he weighed in the most he has ever weighed. I have stocked the fridge with fresh fruit,
salad and cold meats and so far and so good, he has already lost half a stone
which is great considering we entertained at the weekend. I too need to loose a few pounds so it will
help me too.
I had a very productive day yesterday; I finally sorted out
a window cleaner for the flat, I have organised Will Tricks to come and cut the
hedge downstairs and for first time in weeks I am finally on top of my
paperwork. Yesterday afternoon I had the
best workout in the gym that I have had in weeks finishing up with a half an
hour in the steam room which seems to have helped blast my cold. Last night I
caught up with unreturned phone calls and also managed to catch up with all my
TV recordings from holiday. As I
approach my 49th birthday I am turning over a new leaf. Its never too late to change right?