So Madeira was one of the places I fancied going to before I snuff my mortal coil and it was quite effective, even though Annette went a bit pear shape with her gammy legs again.
Still let’s start with the booking office at Co-Op. We went there about September to book a hoilday, where ever they had something going cheap, and yet somewhere warm. After several hours trying all the bookings we found non going for the atlantic as it was all too late for the carabean (mainly spring bookings) and I refused to go anywhere with euro as the main currency and Annette was getting a bit shirty about that by now.
Anyway, I was refusing to go anyware to do with the euro, although I did have one euro area stuffed up my shield and I caved in and told her about Madeira and surprise surprise, there was a holiday going. I was a little taken aback by the holiday being booked through Thomas Cook, but it had been a long day so I agreed to the holiday and off we went.
We were flying from Manchester again this year and as the holiday was in June we could see no great problems getting there and setting up the car ready for our trip. However, Annette being Annette had put the route on her car travel map and was convinced something was wrong when she found out it was completely flat and I had no idea how to get to the car park.
As luck would have it she had loaded the car park on her ipad thing so I then was left with her nearly empty power pack with her new map on ready to find the way for her to park up. All good fun but, seeing as the route was all changed because all the southern motorways south of Manchester were dug up for repairs! All very well when I managed to get her off the motorways and into the car park a good our before our flight. So we got to the airport on time and were dropped off at the main doorway and set off on our flight to Madeira.
Of course we should of known there would be problems. I had put my snore box into one tray and left all the other stuff into another one. Annette was getting very stropy when they made her put all the inhalers into plastic bags and then into a seperate box. I actually got stopped going through the magic box and had to perform all the magic manoevers before being aloud to pick up my boxes again and finally (when they let Annette go) moving on to the waiting for the next flight.
Annette was looking for some stuff to buy for on the way and I was bored to death but, paitently waiting for the movement orders for the flight. After a few pleasant momemnts we got into the queue for the flight to Madeira and we got onto the seats without any great deal of delay. Annette lent me her radio box to listen to and I found out it was mainly all pants. Let’s face it there is only so much I could listen too on Annettes music. I listen to all three tracks I wanted too before giving it her back and trying to sleep..The official sleep I got was a lot of snoring, although I don’t think much about that.
So we went through all the low lying clouds over the islands and were well into the mood for the holiday. The unloading I found testingly slow but, we found our way onto the coach leaving for our hotel and it was quite a long way but we got there despite all the garbage the woman was spouting on about. We arrived at our hotel and were told to leave the luggage to be taken back down later for us. As there was no meals on the go and we had to wait until nearly 1900hrs for a meal, I went down to the swimming pool bar and ordered up some chips and stuff. I had to admit it was quite a tasty meal and kept us going until tea time.
Shock Horror in the room! There was no bog door! Annette’s cry came out to great me as I was watching what free porn there was in the room. She was was quite disgusted at having to park hareself down while I was laughing my socks off. She very quickly put up a barier down the open side nearest the beds so you could go to the bog in piece.
So we then went off to evening meal, expecting a great deal and finding out it was largely boring. There was a wide selection of Spanish style cooking, using lots of bits that would have got put on your plate for you in England but, it was go and get it yourself mate over here. There was lots of bits of meat with limbs still attached and quite easily they never got a look in on our plates. This was however, the night of the chicken pieces, nice plain pieces of breast all ready to chew up. As there was some strange pile of vegitables I mainly had chicken and a few spuds.
So we then decided to go back and unpack ready for our holiday. It was quite hot and promised to be mostly the same. Back at the room and still no bags! of we went to the sales desk and we were politely told they were waiting for us to collect them. We got back to our weird rooms and unpacked.