So I was all ready to greet Gail with the sad face, the droopy tail and the tales of hardship when she returned from her holiday in all those unpronounceable places. The sort of looks which, one hopes, will make her think I had suffered greatly in her absence and thus guarantee extra treats and cuddles until the guilt wears off.
Imagine my horror then when Gail bounced in last night waving her smartphone and saying "Hey Bertie, looks like you had a fine old time with Yvonne and Neil while I was away on my bicycle tour. Wasn't it nice of Yvonne to text me pictures of you enjoying a family get-together last Saturday night?"
And then Gail not only had the temerity to show me some pictures of her holiday, but also to claim there was no room in her panniers to bring home a doggy bag.
|Post ride refreshment near Bileca, Bosnia-Herzegovina|
|Meal at Hotel Diamant, Bileca|
|Mountain track impassable on bicycles, Montenegro|
|Ice creams at Danilovgrad, Montenegro|
|Hotel Kosta's, Podgorica, Montenegro (aka Fawlty Towers)|
|Power cut in Shkodër, Albania|
|Coastal landscape, Montenegro|
|Waiting for dinner at Hotel Splendido, Kotor, Montenegro|
|Traditional Bosnian meat feast! (In Dubrovnik)|
And I'm now wondering, did they ever actually get onto their bicycles?
Friends, I shall be catching up with you all when Gail has finished washing all her smelly clothes etc...