Sunday, 19 April 2015

Men And Their Love Of Bars.

Not behind bars, but in them...

Every now and again the mood strikes Bob. The mood to visit his local bar. Well it isn't the type of bar you picture ( like Rover's Return or Cheers ) but a place where they sport an over-sized TV so large that you'll develop a squint ( might I mention that the younger contingent have organized a PlayStation there ), a snooker table and of course the manna for all cold Puntigamer.

Some of the local gals do go there, but it is trés noisy and smoky and unless you're in your 20's those attributes aren't a draw card for gals. Bob usually ventures out alone and why not. We ladies lunch or do coffee's ( some almost daily ) and men do the Bar-visits.

Whereas we exchange interesting details about our lives over a cup of coffee and a black forest cake ( depending on the level of detail, we might go for the stronger Chardonnay! ) men hang out in bars. Their local bar and as corny as it sounds, a place where everyone knows their name!

There isn't a place on earth like it for men. A beer in hand, a game of soccer on the telly and fellow men to share it with. No irritating questions such as:

" Honey, why is that man standing in front of the net? "
A local bar, when not full of us ladies, is also a place where our men can relax, scratch where they shouldn't and eat the ubiquitous peanuts on offer. Somehow, I tend to think that the main attraction might be that it is also a place where our men can exchange irritating details of their lives / wives. I can almost picture a group of guys playing a game of Who can trump this :
" Oh, I can trump that. Can you believe it, she asked me to pick up my dirty socks! How dare she..."
" Oh, that is nothing. Mine had the nerve to ask me to wash the dishes! "
The nice bit for us poor ladies is of course that often the recipients of these awful marriage details, mostly forget all after a few more Puntigamers...Shoo, lucky save!

Bob's local is only about 300 meters down the road and he can walk there and hopefully back. Unlike his local in South Africa, I don't have to stress that anything happened to him if he is not home on time. When he is late toddling in, I just hope he'll remember all those interesting detail of Who can trump this in the morning.


Saturday, 18 April 2015

Oh My Daisy!

For the love of daisies.

Bob put his foot down and was adamant about the daisies. He just loves daisies and even though the wild sort are a dime to a dozen in our backyard, the daisies that Bob wanted were slightly different and for our window boxes.

You know, wherever you travel in our part of Burgenland, during Summer the windows come alive with colour and abundance. Almost every window in every village boasts a display of flowers in the aptly named window boxes. Last year the trend was a sort of peony with the only difference being the colour of them.

One thing Bob is not fond of, is uniformity ( Bob, back in the day ahem those early 1990's, was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt under a short sleeve one. Now that look is copied world wide it seems ). Anyway, in Oberwart there are a few Garden Centers and on Thursday we did our weekly shop, and also stocked up at this emporium. Oh yes, you could call it a Mega Garden shop and when you meander through the well laid out lanes, it is hard not to put plants and flowers into your trolley.

Bob, declined my suggestion of peonies for the window boxes, and headed for the daisy display. Can you believe it, they even have blue and pink ones! Luckily for me, Bob only wanted the yellow and white ones and with masterly fervour selected an appropriate amount for two window boxes.

We are both not so sure if they will prosper in them, but we will certainly try. On Thursday it was another scorcher of a day that would have made Johannesburg proud. Thirty degrees - hot and dry. As we were heading for the checkout in the Garden centre ( which is jolly hard to get to without being bombarded with divine displays of flower power ), Bob suddenly stopped in his tracks and muttered:

" Oh look, there is the friendly girl who helped us the other day! "
The other day, was actually 30 days ago and I think that friendly was only one of the adjectives that would be appropriate for this young womam. Oh, she was a stunner and as it was hot, she was wearing shorts. Bob, pretended to inspect some more plants, and didn't think I would notice his admiring glances. Aha, now I know why we chose this particular garden center!

It is actually rather funny how men ( Bob ) react when they get caught having a glance...Bob gets all blustery and drops that well used one liner.

" What woman do you mean because I didn't see anyone? "
Little does Bob know, that I just like to tease him and see his stunned reaction that I could have noticed his, oh so obvious moves.
  • Glancing to his left out the car window and almost missing a stop sign.
  • Adjusting the rear view mirror...oh, we hardly ever notice that one, men!!!
  • If on foot, they pretend to tie their shoe laces...Bob's brother has perfected that move.

Oh course, I have to confess that there are certain shops I favour for perhaps a similar reason...oh my, the other day my eye was examined by an oh so dishy new eye-doctor of choice...

Married life, I love it.


As luck would have it, this morning it is overcast, but I still like Bob's choice. Once they have settled in, it will be nice to see.