Bulla!!!!
Well, my trip was everything and more, what a great holiday, the resort was amazing, we spent time with the locals (we were called the tattoo family cause all the fellas got tattoos there!) I ate and drank like a trooper (splice of life, my favourite cocktail) we swam and sunbaked (I lost my bather top, once, it popped off, never been so embarrassed in my life!) we drank karva, it looked like muddy water, didn’t taste much better and made your mouth numb! Even the boys had a coconut shell full, I was that proud of them!
The wedding was magnificent, the procession was headed by Ace, a Fijian warrior, he was a man mountain and carried a huge wooden club/weapon/scary! Another warrior stood at the red carpet and they made a guard of honour for the walk down the aisle. Jode looked absolutely amazing, stunning in fact, she cried and cried as we all did. The reception was held at the local fire dancing show, Jode, me and Erica, the other bridesmaid had to get up on the stage and do the Macarena with 6 gorgeous glossed up Fijian men ( what a hard life!)
Dames and the kids had a great time, obviously as I already stated he got his sleeve done on his right arm from a very well respected (and safe) tattooist. He finally got the kids names and birthdates done on his arm as well so at least he will never forget them! The Fijian boys called him grandpa! He made that many friends there, he has such a way with people, wherever we go he makes friends.
So, on returning, of course I went to see my mammy. She is still in the nursing home, she has been there over 3 weeks now and when I asked her how long she has been staying there she said 2 days. She looks fantastic, even did the highland fling in her bedroom, much to my surprise! She doesn’t seem to have any pain which is marvellous. She is however packing her bags every morning to come home which I don’t think this is going to change. We have to make the decision on what to do by Thursday. Although it is heartbreaking, I think that it is best that she stays. She is getting amazing care. We (my sister and I) need to go and speak to our stepfather. Ultimately the decision is his. I am dreading the conversation, im not sure how he is going to take it. He doesn’t share his feelings at all and we don’t want to look like we are railroading him. It makes me feel sick. But it has to be done.
Well, I think ive rambled on enough. My recovery is still strong. I hope you are all well and happy.
Love K xxxTo live, that would be a great adventure – Peter Pan
