Great Time Had By All
Well, we’re back. We had a wonderful time. The food was great. The ship was sort of great (I’ve forgotten the name already Avid) The people were goo company. The countries were interesting. But best of all, the really best part of it all, was getting into Russia and being able to visit the Hermitage (there was another palace we went to where Rasputin was done in but I’ve forgotten the name of that as well. (I think it might be an age thing) (Who am I anyway?)
Being an ex shopkeeper & ironmonger I was fascinated with all the hardware that was in the palaces. The architecture was more interesting to me than an old oil painting of someone. Even the hinges and locks on the doors held my attention for longer than hearing how this person went to war against that person. If there was anything of interest to me about the paintings it was the frames that surrounded them. As no pictures were allowed of the paintings I went around the rooms with my head looking up at the magnificent ceilings. I had a bit of a sore neck by the time the tour was finished. We did get into the Gold Room. That was well worth a visit. I have never seen so much gold in one place in my life. Interesting, veeeerrrryy interesting indeed. For me though it was the ironmongery that did it. They don’t make stuff like that anymore.
We were told that the passport control in Russia was strict. It was like going through Madame Tussauds and showing your passport to a dummy. However, on my second return to the ship (we had two days there) I got a smile from the border guard. She must have known who I was. Eh!
During the voyage we had a great time. We didn’t even think of the house (our son was house sitting for us) We got home and surprise surprise. The house was tidy. Dirty but tidy. There was no food in the freezers (expected) There was no food in the fridge (expected) So we needed to go out and do a bit of shopping. Any way, we soon got everything back to normal. The house was cleaned. The beds were changed etc etc..........................THEN.....................Early one morning there was a knock on the door. Police!! Don’t worry, says the policeman. There’s nothing wrong. We are just checking with you. There were some cars along the Avenue that have been keyed and we were wondering if you heard anything last night. My wife hadn’t but I had. Kids out in the Avenue late at night. Shouting, swearing, kicking cans etc etc. The policeman thanked us for the information. He was just about to leave when he turned round. Have you been away somewhere? Yes, we were on holiday. Why do you ask? It’s just that we called round last week due to a complaint about the noise coming from the back of your house. We tried to get in but there was no answer. There was some sort of party going on at the back of your house. He left saying a wee bit of consideration for the neighbours please.
We discussed this with our son and we found out that he had his pals round nearly every day (and night) complete with DJ decks and speakers. That’s why the police weren’t heard. Oh the memories, the memories. How many parties had I had whist growing up just like that?
With a fond tear in my eye I will leave you all
Ta Rah for now. Comments as per usual by hitting the title bar (only if you feel like it)
Posted :: Monday 6/25/2012 9:44:00 AM
