Whisked Away! Anniversary Fun – #MondayBlogs

Unless you weren’t reading my scheduled posts (if not, why not?!) on the weekend, you know that it was our wedding anniversary and I was whisked away for a night, no children, just us!

We rarely get a chance to spend time together alone. Date nights happen so rarely, so this opportunity was seized with both hands!

The day started with lovely flowers and gifts, including a new charm for my Pandora bracelet! and a romantic breakfast!

So we disposed of dropped off the children to their grandparents, and headed off into London.

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It was a grey day, the Shard was even swamped in low cloud! I was kinda glad we hadn’t booked dinner there, wouldn’t have been much of a view, would it!?

But we arrived at our hotel, The Grange, Tower Bridge in good time and checked in. Ironically the room number we were assigned was 1118 – and our anniversary is 18th November… 11/18! A good sign?

Hubby Dearest still tried to wangle an upgrade… but a suite, even at a discounted rate, would have been £250 extra… no thanks!

Inside the room, there was a surprise. Towel swans in a heart, and an anniversary brownie! The view showed the Shard and the Gherkin too. The room was lovely though, the bathroom beautiful, and the bed, oh so comfy!

But we weren’t in there long… my stomach was trying to get my attention, and we needed to eat, so we popped to the Wetherspoons next door, and grabbed a late lunch, and bubbles, obviously!

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Back to the hotel, we pondered over whether to stay in, and use the spa facilities, or to go out… but before that Hubby needed to have another try and getting a better room! (He does like to try!) We were moved to the 14th floor for an even higher, clearer view, but a similar room. Dumping our stuff there, we decided to head off into the West End and see what we could do.

And it was so pretty in Leicester Square! There was a Christmas market on, the lights twinkling, and everyone wrapped up in hats and scarves as it was a cold night!

After popping into a last minute theatre ticket booth, we ended up with tickets to see 42nd Street, starring Sheena Easton, and a voucher for a free hot drink and cake at the Theatre Cafe!

Drink and cake consumed, we sauntered over to the theatre, taking in some of the shops around, including some beautiful old book stores…

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Then we arrived at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, in Covent Garden.

The show was sold out. The theatre packed. We propped up to the bar and more bubbles consumed, (glasses 5-6 of the day) along with a random half an hour conversation with an older couple from Somerset! (You know me and random conversations, but this one was started by Hubby Dearest for a change!)

The show itself was magnificent! I clapped until my hands were red, and sang along to songs I knew, grinning from ear to ear at the ones I didn’t and harking back to the days I wished I could have learned how to tap dance!

Hubby Dearest wasn’t as enamoured of the production but he’s not your musical theatre sort to be honest. Still he had beer. He was hapy!

After the show, we pondered over whether to grab dinner, but having a late lunch and then cake before the show meant that we were still not hungry, so we walked around a little before heading back to the hotel.

More bubbles…

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We chatted and people watched… and giggled at a John Malcovich lookalike who was falling asleep on the barstool, and ended up having to be escorted to his room. By this time it was nearing midnight, and I was getting hungry and tired too…

The room beckoned, as did the room service menu!

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A club sandwich, and a portion of nachos later, we were ready to go to bed…

I shall not report back on the night hours!

And in the morning we were able to enjoy a complimentary breakfast and a late checkout.

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There was so much food, I wasn’t able to eat the rest of the day (maybe that was a good thing!)

We travelled back home, stopping to grab some groceries on the way, before being reunited with our babies.

It was a wonderful weekend, which ended up with me and Lil Princess at the Walk-In Drs… She has an infected bite which has developed into impetigo – eek! And I have the start of a throat virus… wonderful!

Still, the memories are made, the time we spent, precious. I can’t complain!

Thanks for all the congratulations and wishes Peeps! Your words mean a whole lot to me! ❤

 

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 144

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“Real love stories never have endings.” Richard Bach

 

Following in the vein of this special love filled weekend for my Hubby and I, Spidey found this quote which I absolutely loved!

Isn’t this just so true?

If you have found that love of your life, you don’t want your story written, and just signed off ‘happily ever after’… No! You want to continue growing together, evolving together, and writing more chapters of your life together.

Real love should be a never-ending series of books, not a one off chapter book!

I’m off to continue my 16th Anniversary celebrations!

Have a Serene Sunday Peeps!

Anniversary Musings

16 years ago, I finally became a Mrs.

It was a beautiful day, albeit a little cold, being November!

A year of frantic planning, which had followed a beautiful four-year romance, during which we made the choice to be together forever ♥

We did the whole shebang, full on traditional craziness, from all the colourful customs, like the Maaiyaan (turmeric ceremony) and the Chura (Bangle ceremony), to some more modern, personal ones like a fancy dress night – well my family did anyway!

And the day itself was magical.

The beautician turned me into a princess, and my prince was there waiting for me at the Gurdwara, ready to take our vows in front of the Guru Granth Sahib Ji, and our loved ones.

We had a beautiful ceremony, followed by a fun-filled reception (I even had a bubble machine for the kids – and me!)

The Doli (leaving ceremony) was emotional, where it really hit home that I was leaving my parents, but after a heart-wrenching set of goodbyes, we finally set off on the journey that would take me to my new home.

And here we sit, 16 years on.

Happily together, with our own home, two crazed tweens, a furbaby and two feathered ones too!!

My Hubby Dearest has been my rock for the last 20 years, to be honest, and every day my love and respect grows for him a little more. He’s put up with my craziness over the years – and there is still plenty of that to come! He lovingly calls me ‘#Hashtag-Valiye’ – Hashtag Girl, basically, having had to share me with this blog, and all the social media that comes with it for the last few years.

I can truly say that I would not want to spend my life with anyone else but him.

Hubby Dearest- Happy Anniversary my darling, I love you more each day, thank you for being who you are, and for accepting me for who I am. Thank you for gifting me with our two children. Thank you for your never-ending support, and belief in me and my capabilities. My wish is that we are together forever, writing new chapters of our life together as we gain wrinkles and memories ♥

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Our First Dance

And so today we are off to celebrate our 16th Wedding Anniversary – sans children or pets – with a weekend away!

I love our oldies!

They are the most important people in your life for so many years, you almost idolise them, they can do no wrong.

 

Then you get older and realise that, much as you love them to bits, they are human too, their behaviour can be annoying, or comical even, things they say make you howl with laughter, even though they don’t understand why you are giggling.

A comment I made on a fellow blogger, the Cornfed Contessa‘s post this morning, brought some funny stories flooding back.

I’ll start with the one I recounted earlier.

1) Why wont it work?

We visited family, and after a ‘little’ tipple (she’s not a drinker at all usually!) my mum and aunt were washing dishes. They were finding it really hard to get the washing up liquid to froth up. Anyhow, the next morning, mum woke with a thumping headache (hangover anyone?!). My aunt called to see how she was. She explained the reason for the headache ( my cousin thought it would be a giggle to double up the measure of spirits in their drinks!) and they had been washing up with hand lotion instead of washing up liquid!

2) Tummy Drumming

As I said above, she is not really a drinker, neither is my Pops, but for whatever reason, every couple of years, they would have this company come visit, and would taste wine, and select a few bottles to buy (I’m still not sure why, but they did!)  My brother, younger than me, loved the opportunity to ‘taste’ the wine too, but I was never that keen. Any way, sometimes at Christmas, they would open a bottle to share at dinner, and one time, I think it was stronger than they had anticipated, as by late afternoon, my mum was laying across the sofa, head on Pops’ belly, and gently drumming on his belly, giggling at the sound it made… oh it made us laugh, watching them!

3) Easy Access

Now my darling brother is a bit naughty, and he hasn’t stopped as he has got older.  He used to go to a boarding school, and at his holidays and exeats (weekends home) he would bring his trunk full of washing home for mum to sort out.  As he got older his style of underpants changed and he started to wear the Calvin Klein type boxers, fitted and snug etc.  Pops was a devout y-fronter!  As she ironed them (yes even our underpants were ironed, and to this day, I can’t stop doing ours either!) she admired them and said “Hmm, these look nice, I might get some for your dad…”   “Easy access, innit mum!” my brother piped up and mum, in a world of her own answered “Yes.” before realising what he had said and the implication of her answer!  Cue red face and a scolded brother, who was still laughing!

4) The Silent Finger

He is the paragon of peace, Mr Cool Calm and Collected, my Pops. I had never heard him use a bad word, in English or Punjabi, well not in front of us kids anyway.  But I guess even peaceful people have their limits!  Pops used to drive us everywhere, in fact he still does when he gets the chance. When he was younger, he would speed around and then as he realised that speed meant higher fuel costs, so he slowed right down, being Mr Sensible Driver (unless he really needed to press the accelerator to get somewhere fast!)  One night, we were coming home from some function or another, and he was going sedately in the middle lane, minding his own business. after a while it became apparent that a person behind him was tail-gating, and then whenever he moved to give way, the driver went right behind him again. After 20 minutes of to-ing and frow-ing, Pops got fed up and quickly looked at the back seat. seeing we were asleep, (but I wasn’t!) he quickly gave the tail-gater, the middle finger, stepped down on that accelerator and lost the twit behind!  I had to giggle, and he realised he had been caught. He shrugged, and just said, make sure you never do that!

5) We are human you know…

This has to be one of my favourite stories!  Now as I said, my brother was a boarding school boy, and as he hit 6th form and A-levels, he was an attractive young man, with his own fair share of admirers.  He used to play county level cricket and hockey, so Pops would ferry him around on weekends, around the country, to various matches.  One evening, as they headed back, my brother, who hated to hide anything from our parents, decided to tell Pops about a girl he had started seeing. She wasn’t Indian, but an English girl, a fellow pupil at his school.  Instead of getting angry, my Pops, who is peace personified, just said to my brother to remember that he should not disrespect her, to keep in his mind that she was someone’s daughter, someone’ s sister, and to treat her how he would want his own sister to be treated by a boy, and if he was to want to go that step further, to do the horizontal tango, to make sure he always used protection.  Once this hurdle was crossed, my brother felt a bit more, comfortable, shall we say, discussing bedtime antics.  “Pops,” he began, “so, do you and mum still, you know…” nudge, nudge, wink, wink!   (at this stage of my brother recounting this conversation, I was blushing myself, did I really want to hear the answer?!) Pops, driving, gave a quick sideways glance at my brother and said “We are human, you know.” and smiled, then continued on their journey!

Like I said, I love our oldies, they really make us laugh!  Wouldn’t change em for anything!

Romantic Tuesday – Passion

 

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I breathe
I exist
Only for you
The passion
I feel
Runs through and through
Your touch
Your lips
Excitement does brew
Pure heat
A release
For our love is true

Ritu 2017

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