While in Malta on holiday, I met a nice Canadian man, who I liked. He had a sense of humour on par with Sparkling. On one particular day, it so happened the President of Malta's wife was visiting the hotel. We didn't know it at the time but there was a little give away. Especially when all the staff, chefs, chamber maids, waiters etc all began to assemble around the reception desk. It was clearly a group photo opportunity, as a photographer was there, however the occasion was a mystery. Then a black limousine parked itself outside the hotel and the first lady popped in. Sparkling and the Canadian, then loitered about waiting and watching what was happening. Someone said it was the president's wife (who actually looked like a pretty plain looking woman to tell the truth) had come to visit. Sparkling and Canadian of course had to then somehow get a picture with them standing by the President's wife. They did this when she sat down to sign the guest book. First Canadian sneaked up in the vicinity of the desk, behind the President's wife, while sparkling too a photograph. Then Sparkling did the same, gesturing with both thumbs up and a big smile. The both of them then had photographs of themselves next to the equivalent of Maltese royalty. I did my best to ignore the entire situation, on account of having the belief such people are not important to me. I then was told what they had done, like little school children. I shook my head, but thought it rather funny and good luck to them. I by the way, don't have such a picture and now think it's a shame. I suppose it could of been a little bit towards my 15 minutes of fame. Or infamy or no fame at all.
Canadian was definitely an interesting person. He was advancing in years but didn't believe in letting this get in the way of life, he liked to get out there and do things. He was a little unusual as well, in doing what can only be described as a Bus Man's holiday accompanied by his mistress. Who happened to be a good 13 years younger and had in a previous life been a geriatric nurse. She certainly kept an eye on him and I'm sure watched what he ate and drunk with a sharp eye. I believe were she not there, he would of drunk and eaten as much as he liked and not given a damn about the consequences. Like me. Except I put on half a stone as a result of it and am surprised the air carrier didn't charge me extra when I returned on account there was a bit more of me. It was the mistress who had divulged their relationship. In fact she said they all got on quite well. The Canadian seemed to live with his wife and had is mistress living in a house next door. Personally I've found one woman quite enough, Sparkling deserves all of my attention all of the time, if I had to divide it not only would Sparkling be very unhappy and I'd be pushing up daisies, I'd probably go insane with wondering where I'd be on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc, etc. The thing with the Canadian I liked was he seemed overall happy with life. I liked him very much. I know I'll not see him again in my life, but I did like him because he was easy to get along with and good company. I know Sparkling felt the same.
We are already planning our next holiday and family of Sparkling have suggested a trip to Poland. Apparently there the zloty exchange rate is good. I also used to collect Polish stamps so now I will be visiting the place for myself. Look out Poland, and Englishman and a Scotswoman are about to pop over.
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