Good afternoon Bloggets. Gosh what a day? Skip by this
morning and fast forward to this afternoon. Hub and I went to a beautiful hotel
for afternoon tea. Oh my, we entered the place through those revolving doors,
haha, all went well with me and Waggatail, I got through and waited, and waited…
Well, no Hub and the Little Fella.
Heck, it was quiet and I seamed to be in a huge room without
staff, customers or doors? Smile. Seriously, and more important, where was Hub?
Well at last he came through the doors saying that LF wasn’t too keen on coming
through the doors, he is huge though, well, LF not Hub… Well, kind of. Hehehehehe.
Then we both stood, hoping for a member of staff to come to
us, or someone ask if they could help? No one was there, were we in a derelict
hotel? Were we in the right place? Then we heard a person coming through the
side door so off we went to investigate. Got through the door. Hub in front
with LF and Waggatail guiding me wagging her tail like there was no tomorrow.
Hub told me there were steps. How did he know? Because LF
sits at the bottom and top of steps, bless him. So up we went and then a lovely
gent came to rescue us. Oh it reminded me of the most hilarious story about
when Hub and I went hunting for the restaurant in a hotel we were staying in
some years ago, oh now it was the most brilliant cringe worthy story ever. So,
Hub and I decided to be two independent blind people and head off in the hotel
for breakfast. Now we had never been to the restaurant before or the hotel for
that matter. But it was when Hub had his
wonder dog Long Chops. Where could we go wrong? What with wonderful LC and our
sense of smell for cooked breakfast? We would listen for the sounds of china
cups and cutlery, easy, right?
Em. No. not quite.
I have my white cane, I decided I was the new Fifi who could,
would, and should. Hub asked me if I was sure I wanted to lead the way?
Oh yes, of course, it will be a piece of cake… Or slice of
toast…
So there was a door. I was sure that would be the way. But
it was closed. Well, not locked so I opened it and proceeded to encourage Hub
to follow. He asked me if I were sure? I said yes, come on. He asked me again,
but then agreed it was the right way.
Well, I felt the walls closing in on me but it was my early
days of getting around as a person without sight. For some years before I tried
but didn’t have the teacher of my Husband that I had then and now.
As I felt something to my left and put out my hand. Hub
asked. “Fiona, I don’t think this is right?”
Well neither did I. and as I put my hand out to the left I
felt something that you do not want to feel when you are looking for the
restaurant in a hotel.
A bed.
Oh yes Bloggets. We had walked into a bedroom. Hahahahahahaha
Question is, was there anyone in the bed? If so picture the
scene?
You are just waking up and in your room walks in a blind
lady with a cane and following her was a blind guy with a rather confused
looking guide dog? Hahaha. So what did we do? Turned on our heel and walked
out. I was purple
We did find the restaurant and just hoped that we would eat
and leave before the people from the room came downstairs.
Not as bad as that today so we were escorted to our table
and I did a Fifi thing, but no way I am telling what I did, may be one day in
another blog when I’m feeling brave. Oh my word Bloggets, you will not believe
what I did? Anyway, jog on and when we were taken to our table, oh my goodness.
The seats, were so luxurious. There was another group of people at the next
table we knew as Hub had arranged for them to be there too. And at our table a
lovely guy we know. So then the manager came and spoke to us. He was a good man
who told us that the hotel was one hundred and fifty years old and it has just
had millions spent on it. We were sitting in the Victorian room which looked
over to the cathedral. Oh the room was huge and airy. The feel of the place was
just the best, so relaxing and my imagination was taking me back to people who
would have frequented that room over a hundred years ago.
If I could go into a time machine and go back to the days back,
then? What would I be like and what would I be wearing? What sounds would I be
hearing? I guessed fine china cups and there would be some kind of music from
the Victorian era. People would be in clothes of fine quality men in top hats
and ladies in long dresses with long gloves and hats. The conversations would
be so different. I painted a picture in my mind of the colours. Reds purples
and white laces with the fragrances of wood and possible cigarettes. Old
fashioned perfumes of lavenders. One would eat in a different manner and
everything would be so slow and methodical.
Well, back to real life. We had beautiful tea, leaf tea, I
had lemon grass. Then a plate of savouries. Tartlets and a tiny glass of humus.
Then we were served with sandwiches followed by cream tea,
so cream scones with jam and delectable dainty cakes of all kinds. As well as
more tea drinking to be had.
Great conversation wonderful environment and a very pleasant
way to spend the afternoon. A relatively smooth journey home and now
reflections of our day, after a sleepless night waiting for the election
results and buzzing from the results today, I really feel like this is a great new
start for living.
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