Scotland
Hahhhaaaaaa
My week in the Scottish highlands with the oap's....how funny?
Set off 9am Monday morning, collected AP in a taxi (he'd disslocated his knee at rugby last Saturday, so we suspected i might be pushing him round in a wheelchair all week, like Lou and Andy, "i want that one", but thank heavens he was fine, limping a little, but not fully crippled).
We spent the 1st hour on the coach, laughing at the old people and generally being really giddy and childish about being on holiday.........we are 14!!!!
Stopped once in Cumbria for lunch and again just outside Glasgow, got to hotel 4ish unpacked, showered and $hagged, then dressed for our evening meal....the food was dire, i had string in my lamb and the veg were blanched and not cooked properly, we had a pint in the bar, declared Carlsburg, Rubbish!! so walked into Aberfoyle and had 7 more pints of Tennants.....yummy!!!! We laughed at all the yokels and Polish barmaid, spent the night talking about stuff we got up to in our youth, family, friends, ya di ya!, stumbled out at 12.30 and staggered back to ghost town hotel, 26 guests in total, would hardly fill the 50 bedrooms.
Watched t.v in bed and stared agog as Andy waded his way through 1/2doz chocolate biscuits.
Tuesday up at 9.30pm, after cooked breakfast, grapefruit, juice and several coffees, we spent the morning walking, well him limping and me weezing............should really have been romantic!!!
Back to the hotel, read, watched t.v, layed on the bed and took the pi$$ out of most of our fellow travellers (the chav couple, she was rouring as her brother had had a stroke, 76yr old Albert and his wife, we called them the back seat hard o's as they were erm, sat on the back seat, then the bolshy sisters, who did nowt but complain, captain birdseye and his wife who had chronic toothache, then Andy's bezzie mate......"do you come on many Palmer holidays lad?, me and the wife love em, we've been all over"..........EEK! yes indeed they were on our bus to Dublin last year)went down to lunch at 1pm, which was salmon steaks, veg, i think Andy had pork............not sure, then massive puddings with fresh cream or custard........it was well nice, much better than the slop we'd had the previous night!
We'd to be on the coach at 2.30pm, so we showered and got ready, it took 1 1/2hrs to get into Edinburgh, we'd the whole afternoon to kill before tonights show, so we mulled around from bar to bar and a few shops, then got to the Edinburgh playhouse at 7pm.............oh my! we were right up in the gods, i hate heights and had to stare transfixed at the stage, otherwise my legs would have turned to jelly.
Anyhow the show (Grease the musical) was ace, Andy loved it and spent the 2nd half crying with laughter at some old gimmer who'd started singing one of the songs when it was deadly silent...........strange boy!
Back on the coach, to much jabbering from old bags "it was like a shouting match", "i wonder what's for supper when we get back", "Ooooh it's going to be too late for me to eat, it'll be after midnight".
Indeed it was after 12, the only people too tired to demolish free soup and sandwiches at the time were..........cough hickup......erm, me and Andy!!!
Up to bed for a cup of tea and No Angels repeats, asleep before 1am.
Wednesday, wolfed breakfast down and this morning excursion was Callander, woollen mills, whiskey shops, Rob Roy tourist exhibition, we bought some magazines and spogs and sat on a bench laughing at old dears.
Back to hotel for lunch of scotch broth and steak pie with trimmings.....ace! showered, $hagged, then hit the bright lights of Glasgow, had 3hrs to kill before "tonights the night" started at the Kings theatre..it was quite chilly, we opted for weatherspoons, 3 pints, cheese panini and chips and we had a prime view of drugs den being raided by the filth across the road.(thought i was chucked for a brief moment as i shrieked "oh god they're bringing him out in cufflinks................that'd be hand cuffs Karen, nobba!!!) Funny!
I thought the show was outstanding, Andy prefered Grease, i was busting for the lav in the 1st 1/2, (too much lager), the 2nd half we stood up at the back as Andy's knee had siezed up, So we had an ace view.
Back on the bus and managed to stay up for the mushroom soup and bacon and sausage sandwiches.
Collapsed into bed and watched no Angels, we couldn't have tea or coffe as the f*cking immigrants, His words not mine, hadn't left us any more little milks!!!
Thursday, up at 9am, again, cooked breakfast, now not having been on holiday with AP before you don't notice quirky little ways, but i was bemused as he painstakingly cut all the fat off his bacon, buttered his bread roll, cut his sausages in 1/2 then smeared it all with ketchup, bit into it and muttered "it's clock cold is this".................ha hahhhaaaaaaa is that because it took you 20mins to make?
Moving on, Bill the driver took us to Loch Lomand for the morning, breathtaking scenery all round the Trossachs and walks on the beach, we're huddled inside the bun shop with coffee and bakewell slices, while some 80yr old gimmer is swimming in the loch, then doing his excersises on the beach in his speedos. Hello?!!?
Afternoon spent in Stirling, Mavis the courior seemed to be in every bar we entered, fooking wino, she told us how her BOX of wine had split in her suitcase and ruined all her clothes, why didn't i think to pack 3litres of Chiraz for my 4 nights away, god she could booze!
Had a Mcdonalds, got some supplies for the journey home, then back to hotel for 4ish..........afternoon of nookie then kipping..........all this fresh air takes it out of you!
Packed, then down to the dining room for Scottish banquet, they had a piper to pie the haggis in, i didn't understand what was going on, but was pleased we got free Whiskey on the way in.
4 courses later, Andy left his Haggis, Tatties and Neeps, me being a piglet wolfed down the lot and felt possitively sick, so we had to walk it off down to the Forth Inn in town, had 5 pints of Tennants, then bedfordshire again to watch No Angels, (Dick and Liddie or what?).
Up with the larks Friday, all fed and watered (i left the nice Polish waiter a £5 tip)and on the coach for 9am, stopped again at Westmoreland services where i had 4 cream crackers at £1.60 a shout....bargain, back at Hartshead moor for 3.30pm....Andy had slept all the way home, declaring that being up at 8am, not 9am, left him feeling exhausted as that extra hour makes all the differance...........
How old are you? 105?
Maybe the week with the oldies really rubbed off on him?, so that's it, home again, holidays over, we got on really really well, no fratching, plus we hardly spent a penny, all inclusive holidays with the oldies are the way forward, i can feel it!
My week in the Scottish highlands with the oap's....how funny?
Set off 9am Monday morning, collected AP in a taxi (he'd disslocated his knee at rugby last Saturday, so we suspected i might be pushing him round in a wheelchair all week, like Lou and Andy, "i want that one", but thank heavens he was fine, limping a little, but not fully crippled).
We spent the 1st hour on the coach, laughing at the old people and generally being really giddy and childish about being on holiday.........we are 14!!!!
Stopped once in Cumbria for lunch and again just outside Glasgow, got to hotel 4ish unpacked, showered and $hagged, then dressed for our evening meal....the food was dire, i had string in my lamb and the veg were blanched and not cooked properly, we had a pint in the bar, declared Carlsburg, Rubbish!! so walked into Aberfoyle and had 7 more pints of Tennants.....yummy!!!! We laughed at all the yokels and Polish barmaid, spent the night talking about stuff we got up to in our youth, family, friends, ya di ya!, stumbled out at 12.30 and staggered back to ghost town hotel, 26 guests in total, would hardly fill the 50 bedrooms.
Watched t.v in bed and stared agog as Andy waded his way through 1/2doz chocolate biscuits.
Tuesday up at 9.30pm, after cooked breakfast, grapefruit, juice and several coffees, we spent the morning walking, well him limping and me weezing............should really have been romantic!!!
Back to the hotel, read, watched t.v, layed on the bed and took the pi$$ out of most of our fellow travellers (the chav couple, she was rouring as her brother had had a stroke, 76yr old Albert and his wife, we called them the back seat hard o's as they were erm, sat on the back seat, then the bolshy sisters, who did nowt but complain, captain birdseye and his wife who had chronic toothache, then Andy's bezzie mate......"do you come on many Palmer holidays lad?, me and the wife love em, we've been all over"..........EEK! yes indeed they were on our bus to Dublin last year)went down to lunch at 1pm, which was salmon steaks, veg, i think Andy had pork............not sure, then massive puddings with fresh cream or custard........it was well nice, much better than the slop we'd had the previous night!
We'd to be on the coach at 2.30pm, so we showered and got ready, it took 1 1/2hrs to get into Edinburgh, we'd the whole afternoon to kill before tonights show, so we mulled around from bar to bar and a few shops, then got to the Edinburgh playhouse at 7pm.............oh my! we were right up in the gods, i hate heights and had to stare transfixed at the stage, otherwise my legs would have turned to jelly.
Anyhow the show (Grease the musical) was ace, Andy loved it and spent the 2nd half crying with laughter at some old gimmer who'd started singing one of the songs when it was deadly silent...........strange boy!
Back on the coach, to much jabbering from old bags "it was like a shouting match", "i wonder what's for supper when we get back", "Ooooh it's going to be too late for me to eat, it'll be after midnight".
Indeed it was after 12, the only people too tired to demolish free soup and sandwiches at the time were..........cough hickup......erm, me and Andy!!!
Up to bed for a cup of tea and No Angels repeats, asleep before 1am.
Wednesday, wolfed breakfast down and this morning excursion was Callander, woollen mills, whiskey shops, Rob Roy tourist exhibition, we bought some magazines and spogs and sat on a bench laughing at old dears.
Back to hotel for lunch of scotch broth and steak pie with trimmings.....ace! showered, $hagged, then hit the bright lights of Glasgow, had 3hrs to kill before "tonights the night" started at the Kings theatre..it was quite chilly, we opted for weatherspoons, 3 pints, cheese panini and chips and we had a prime view of drugs den being raided by the filth across the road.(thought i was chucked for a brief moment as i shrieked "oh god they're bringing him out in cufflinks................that'd be hand cuffs Karen, nobba!!!) Funny!
I thought the show was outstanding, Andy prefered Grease, i was busting for the lav in the 1st 1/2, (too much lager), the 2nd half we stood up at the back as Andy's knee had siezed up, So we had an ace view.
Back on the bus and managed to stay up for the mushroom soup and bacon and sausage sandwiches.
Collapsed into bed and watched no Angels, we couldn't have tea or coffe as the f*cking immigrants, His words not mine, hadn't left us any more little milks!!!
Thursday, up at 9am, again, cooked breakfast, now not having been on holiday with AP before you don't notice quirky little ways, but i was bemused as he painstakingly cut all the fat off his bacon, buttered his bread roll, cut his sausages in 1/2 then smeared it all with ketchup, bit into it and muttered "it's clock cold is this".................ha hahhhaaaaaaa is that because it took you 20mins to make?
Moving on, Bill the driver took us to Loch Lomand for the morning, breathtaking scenery all round the Trossachs and walks on the beach, we're huddled inside the bun shop with coffee and bakewell slices, while some 80yr old gimmer is swimming in the loch, then doing his excersises on the beach in his speedos. Hello?!!?
Afternoon spent in Stirling, Mavis the courior seemed to be in every bar we entered, fooking wino, she told us how her BOX of wine had split in her suitcase and ruined all her clothes, why didn't i think to pack 3litres of Chiraz for my 4 nights away, god she could booze!
Had a Mcdonalds, got some supplies for the journey home, then back to hotel for 4ish..........afternoon of nookie then kipping..........all this fresh air takes it out of you!
Packed, then down to the dining room for Scottish banquet, they had a piper to pie the haggis in, i didn't understand what was going on, but was pleased we got free Whiskey on the way in.
4 courses later, Andy left his Haggis, Tatties and Neeps, me being a piglet wolfed down the lot and felt possitively sick, so we had to walk it off down to the Forth Inn in town, had 5 pints of Tennants, then bedfordshire again to watch No Angels, (Dick and Liddie or what?).
Up with the larks Friday, all fed and watered (i left the nice Polish waiter a £5 tip)and on the coach for 9am, stopped again at Westmoreland services where i had 4 cream crackers at £1.60 a shout....bargain, back at Hartshead moor for 3.30pm....Andy had slept all the way home, declaring that being up at 8am, not 9am, left him feeling exhausted as that extra hour makes all the differance...........
How old are you? 105?
Maybe the week with the oldies really rubbed off on him?, so that's it, home again, holidays over, we got on really really well, no fratching, plus we hardly spent a penny, all inclusive holidays with the oldies are the way forward, i can feel it!
posted by Karen @ 3:10 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home