I’m sorry, please forgive me
I went off on holiday to Spain and so wanted to keep in touch with you all — until I got sick, again (for over a week). I couldn’t even sit up to read or to make comments on all your posts.
After that, we had to move homes as our friend’s (Charlie) massive and extended family were all arriving for his birthday celebrations in a few days time. We went to stay at another mutual friend’s villa and I soon realised that he had no wifi so I couldn’t use my laptop – oh boy, did I need it!
Backstabbing and bitching
It turns out that none of the extended family groups liked each other so they all bitched constantly behind each other’s backs – but not in front of Charlie, so he wasn’t aware.
During one of Charlie’s intro parties, I’d made food which his kids and grown up grandkids devoured with their fingers, dipping stuff into various sauces when there was shouts of “Oi, don’t f*cking double dip – that’s f*cking disgusting you stupid cow” and from someone else, there was “Yuck, triple dipping – what you f*cking doing?” Interspersed with several bitch and C words. Nothing to do with us, but it was late and we left them all to it anyway.
Next day, at a restaurant, I made the terrible mistake of trying to pinch a chip from a young lad’s plate (the boyfriend of one of Charlie’s granddaughters) but sadly and shockingly it quickly spiralled out of control.
He screamed “Don’t f*cking do that you f*cking stupid bitch?” then stabbed at the chip viciously with his fork and shoved it in his mouth. He shouted “Why did you f*cking do that? You’re f*cking disgusting” so aggressively that it made me jump and had the whole restaurant staring at our table in disbelief.
I quickly apologised and said I’d never do it again when his girlfriend joined in with even worse expletives. I apologised yet again and, as we were by the door, I left the restaurant feeling embarrassed. My hubby followed quickly and said “That’s it, we’re going.” Although I knew I’d overstepped the mark, I was still upset by the ensuing outrage.
I was also furious because I had forsaken my best friend’s mum’s funeral to attend Charlie’s celebrations – obviously I’d booked the holiday before I knew about the funeral date.
During all this, I’d had a severe toothache caused by a Spanish dentist filling a gaping hole in my tooth without taking any x-rays. I’d had an abscess which then needed antibiotics for five days before I could have any further work done. With a new dentist, full x-rays and my tooth now removed, I felt a bit tender but relieved of the agony so decided I wanted to fly back to the UK, miss Charlie’s party and attend the funeral – as I should have done in the first place.
However, I had no wifi. I had to call a friend, in tears, and she managed to book me a last minute flight to London for Friday. Although I felt really bad for Charlie, I just couldn’t spend any more time with the trailer trash extended families.
I am so glad that I chose to fly home and that I did attend the funeral to support my bestie. It was a beautiful service and a warm sunny day where we celebrated Marion’s life and said our goodbyes. Lots of family and friends that I hadn’t seen in years returned to my bestie’s home to continue sharing fond memories and funny stories about and with Marion.
Though I was considering going back to Alicante, I’ve heard that the coronavirus is there so I need to check out any risks first. If I can’t get back into Alicante, it means my hubby’s can’t get out 😦
So, with all that behind me and regardless of whether I return to Spain, please accept my apologies once again and I’ll be reading all your latest posts as soon as I can.