I have been reading through my past few posts, and have realised that this blog is becoming less and less about photography, and more just a diary of our goings on of late. I am also aware that pretty much every post I write starts off with ‘how busy we are at work’, which is very true, but I guess it can’t be much fun for you guys to read! It is also worrying Sian and me that we are working far, far too much, and not playing nearly enough.
And that’s where last night comes in.
I was rushing back to the hotel for a meeting I had scheduled, only to receive a call to be told it was cancelled. So I called Sian and we hatched a very last minute plan to catch the end of the football. Racing back and parking up, we met and ran to the nearest bar . Ordering a bucket of Carib and perching on ridiculously high stools, we sat down just in time to see Danny Welbeck’s (AMAZING) goal. And we knew from that moment that we were going to have a good night.
Sian and I do love watching sport here in Barbados, as it is one of the only countries in the world that supports England in its endeavours…we are normally unsupported by even our closest neighbours like my good Scotch pals and the Welsh, and usually when in a foreign land there is a lot of resentment to us doing well at anything. But the Bajans love England, and it feels like home when you are stood cheering with 30 odd strangers as Danny Welbeck falls over and somehow manages to back heel the ball in.
We forgot about work, and moving, and all the stresses of the last few weeks…and had an awesome night. It started with the football, and then a curry, and then some Caprinhas, and then some wine and then some beers and then some dancing, and then some broken flip flops, and then some walking, and then some singing and then some burgers, and then some chips, and then some walking…no, staggering,and then in the very very very early hours, some sleep.
We haven’t done this in years…and it was so, so fun.
And then my brain did that horrible thing. It woke me up. It woke me up bang on time for work at 7 am.
Why does my body punish me so? During the week, the prospect of waking up at 7 and dragging myself from bed is an impossibility. I need at least two snoozes on the alarm and a lengthy discussion with Sian about who’s turn it is to make the tea this morning before even contemplating waking up. But on a Saturday, the first we have had off in months, and when we have gone to bed at 4am, 7 o’clock is clearly the most natural time in the world for my body clock to rise.
But, to be honest, despite the lack of lie in, a pounding head, and my mouth tasting like a tin mine, I can’t be that cross with myself…because the site that I wake to is simply gorgeous.
I am wide, wide awake, and Sian is fast, fast asleep…
And we acted like teenagers last night. And we laughed and we danced and we drank and we sang. And now she lies here and I have to grab my camera, and I realise that although I take pictures every day, I rarely take pictures of her…and I ask myself why?
And I promise myself I will. I will take more pictures of my beautiful wife, and I will take more time off work, and I will try and enjoy life here in Barbados a little more over the next year…because that is the whole purpose of us finding each other.
Now, please excuse me, I am off back to bed with my hot date from last night.
Have a great weekend guys 🙂