For Chrissy, Santa brought himself an all singing all dancing iPod. This iPod needs version8 of iTunes to function so I opened iTunes on our laptop and started the download, not. Our little plug in remote dongly broadband thingy just wasn't up to the job here in the outback. I will explain. When you plug this thingy in you get different levels of strength. Flashing green light means forget it you won't get the internet this side of Easter. Solid green light means it's ok but won't be powerful enough to download big stuff. (that's what we get, solid green) blue means we are cooking on gas, which is what we aspire to. So, as our solid green light wasn't strong enough to download from iTunes I came up the the brilliant idea of driving round the streets until the signal turned blue and then sit in the car until iTunes downloads, and it worked. Tonight we have to drive round again because himself has a particularly large email that he needs to send and solid green isn't strong enough to send it. At least we know which direction to drive in now to get blue! Can I make it clear for those of you that have no idea what I am talking about, this isn't the same as driving round trying to log onto to someone elses wireless broadband! This is legal.
Moving on, the weekend was fairly interesting. On Friday I went shopping in Belfast and had a lovely time. Then I met up with himself at the Hilton Hotel, allow me to explain. The Hilton is having a sale and I noticed that for two Fridays that we are in Belfast anyway, the room rate for bed and breakfast was £54. So as we were at the pictures on Friday night in Belfast I booked us in. We went to the Queens Film Theatre which is an art house theatre. It is housed in a terraced house in the centre of Belfast and is very trendy. Firstly we went for pasta round the corner to an Italian, Scalinis, recommended by a taxi driver, I have to say he was right , it was very good. The film we went to see was Dean Spanley http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135968 it was excellent and we can highly recommend it. We shall become members of the Queens Film Theatre as we have quite a few films we want to see there and of course it's very trendy, it means we are very 'hip'.
On Saturday morning after a divine Hilton breakfast we went and looked at a flat in Malone, a posh area of Belfast that we quite fancy living in. Wow, ...........£800 a month and it was crummy. On the mantlepiece was one of those Greek busts with the head broken off, so the shoulders were arranged at a jaunty angle with the head lying artistically on it's side next to it??? We did find out the owner lives in Paris which also explained the artwork on the walls, which could only be described as scary. (Bec and Si, your monkey had nothing on this bust!)
On Sunday morning we went up the road to the aforementioned coffee shop that opens on a Sunday. (please see previous post) I had a butty made up of a soda bread bottom, bacon and egg inside and a potato bread top with lashings of tomato sauce, oh yes and coffee. Himself had a bagel with cream cheese which was obviously much nicer than my butty, (apparently).
Anyway, I have just received a text from himself to inform me that we are now members of a gym, happy days.
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