So, who is up for guessing where this is?
Well, it’s where Mr Oh Waily is currently. I know where he is staying doesn’t look a thing like this, because he is there for work. I know he is not lounging around in a lagoon that is clear and beautiful, because he is there for work. I know that it probably doesn’t have that sunkissed glow either, as thunderstorms have been forecast for the past week.
I do know that he will need to be rehydrating a lot, and not with a beer bearing the image of a hei wearing lady my dear, after work because the temperature is roughly between 23 and 30° celsius. And we all know that it is hotter than Hades despite what the Met Services of the world tell us.
So in Mr Oh Waily’s absence I have started a Ms Oh Waily tradition.
Wine* and Movie night.
That would be, so far, a classic movie plus a nice glass of red wine to accompany it. This is how I plan to spend the evenings of the almost two weeks that Mr Oh Waily is away on this particular trip. Or until I run through my home library of classics (and wine). Then we will need to move on to Red Dwarf and Blackadder before finally working my way through the back catalogue of Jacky**/Jackie Chan movies.
Prepare for more Audrey, as I have the boxed set. I wish I had more Bogart, especially The Maltese Falcon, The African Queen and To Have and Have Not. I may be able to fish out my Hepburn/Grant/Stewart classic – The Philadelphia Story – as well. I just loved Ruth Hussey in that one, such a great supporting cast.
I’ll bore you with an update of films revisited in a few days. In the meantime, anyone want to have a stab at the current location of Mr Oh Waily? Go on – drop a quick comment if you think you know – it’s nice to hear from you.
* So I am going to sound a bit like an old soak, but isn’t the blogging world about baring your inner person? Nah, but every mother who has had to do solo parenting duty for any extended period of time without outside support knows exactly where I’m coming from on the glass of wine. Just organise an intervention when I start talking about Movie night and a Bottle of wine, okay? Promise?
** Yes, I own DVDs that are of movies so old he was billed as Jacky. Bless.
*** Where I fell in love with Gregory Peck, yet again. *Sigh*
p.s. Yes, I know the post title is something of an oxymoron. Let your inner grammar Dalek take a tea break.