Charming Sharm
Three things by way of update. First we made it to Sharm EL-Sheik. I’m not sure what I was expecting but it passes muster. We went the whole hog: swim up room and all inclusive. The resort, Sunrise Diamond, is big … so big we haven’t ventured outside (it takes me 6 minutes to run a lap, if that helps). It has everything you need, including four a la carte restaurants and bars at every corner. There are a number of beaches, a coral reef and, as well as our own pool, three other pools, one of which is huge and is equipped with wall-to-wall entertainment. C and I got roped into aqua aerobics the other morning and happily took part. There’s a slide pool and a jetty out beyond the reef.
But what makes it special is the way it’s been put together. It’s all v tasteful with manicured grounds, awash with flowers. It’s immaculately clean and the staff are uber friendly. And the weather has been a perfect 24 degrees throughout. So, what’s not to like? Well the clientele are a bit Russian. Well, quite a lot Russian, really. A number of Brits … the measure of which you’d expect at a more expensive all-inclusive resort. But we’ve not spotted any Western Europeans to speak of. And, as we know, the Germans know how to suss out a decent resort. So maybe …
We’ve run and swam and drunk and eaten … and, of course, met up with Bex, Steven and Henry. Which has added a magical dimension to it all. He has been as a fab as a three year old can be. He now knows how to say ‘sorry’, which he employs often to cover a variety of misdemeanours. But that’s all fine. Alas, we all head home tomorrow … rested and having had a fillup of Henry. Fab.
Second, I am stepping back from work a bit. I gave it my best shot, but our disposition has slouched and, as is always the case with me, work takes over everything. And, and this week has reinforced the point, we only have so many decent years in us to spend with our family. I’m going back to the pre-Christmas regime, which is more consultative than executive. Doubtless I will work hard, but I have every intention of getting away with C and doing plenty of stuff. Let’s hope it works out.
Finally, Doris failed her MoT just before we flew here. I asked for a radiator flush, a diesel filter bleed and for the brake fluid to be replaced. The garage, who have been brilliant, couldn’t get the nipples off three of the brake callipers as they were seized on. So … total cost to replace them all looks to be well of £1000, but it’s work which needs doing. We pick her up on Saturday.
That’s it from me. I hope you are keeping well and safe.
