Red… Red Wine

So I am recovering from a fun filled weekend with the entire Graham/ Ofstein clan. All 9 adults and 7 children of us spent the weekend in Herzliah Pituach in a hotel in honour of Papa Graham’s 60th birthday (he doesn’t look a day over 40 – love ya Dad). And despite the fact that I was looking forward to the usual Graham weekend of arguments and balagan, the weekend went pretty smoothly. Although there was the usual nightmare of getting people to organise themselves enough to get out of the house and check into the hotel, once in we were all in the mood to relax and enjoy ourselves.

We enjoyed a Friday night dinner with the whole family all together for the first time in a long time! While the boys got out the whiskey and drank to their good health, I was the only one who wanted to partake of the red wine and by the time the meal was finished so was the bottle of wine … hiccup! As we sat and updated each other on our lives, my blog was brought up. I am never sure what my parents read or don’t read on my blog… it is never really mentioned so I take that they either don’t read it, or do, but just choose to ignore it. However between my bother and my brother-in-law, my Dad was given a full picture of the content of my posts… a little embarrassing when the whole family is sat discussing the Got Milk post and whether or not their sibling/ daughter looks like a page 3 girl. After my brother compared me to the Daily Express (the online version does not have the page 3 girls), my dad decided to add insult to injury and compare me to the Greenwich News! Cheers Dad!!!

Anyway, the children were a delight to be around. It is funny how young being around kiddies makes you feel. My little nephew Josh is turning into a proper North West London boy, and is already getting a taste for older women… this weekend in the form of his older cousin Simi. And when asked who his best friend was I was delighted that despite the fact that I haven’t seen him in months and he is always too shy or asleep to speak to me on the phone he said “Channah Boo”!

Shabbat was spent walking on the beach, sitting by the pool, and eating lots and lots of birthday cake and English chocolate (God Bless Cadbury’s Cream Eggs!) However, there was one flaw to the weekend… we forgot the sun-cream. I burnt my entire body, other than the usual white bits, and my legs which just never want to get colour… EVER! So when I returned to Nooman last night, his greeting was “Why so angry? What’s with the red face?” But I got him back… literally! I made him put cream on my back before I went to sleep… “This is not going to lead to anything you know!”


About channahboo

I was once a Yorkshire lass, I guess I still am, but after moving to London and then on to Tel Aviv, New York and then back to Tel Aviv again, I wonder how much of the Yorkshire lass is left. The adventure continues and although many see my life as an extended episode of Seinfeld (you are free to laugh), I can also empathise with the Buddhist thought of life as our punishment. I guess the important part is the love that you carry with you through life’s journey and my back often feels the joyous strain of the weight of the love I carry.
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9 Responses to Red… Red Wine

  1. Anonymous says:

    Good to hear Nooman got some action…I hear he is spending lots of time in his room these days…

  2. Anonymous says:

    Didn’t he offer to do the front??? What a poof!

  3. skotch says:

    anon #2,she said red all over. come on, read between the lines

  4. Anonymous says:

    Admit it channah – you want nooman! You allowed yourself to get burnt just so you could get his soft, delicate, yet manly hands on your body. We know the truth.

  5. David P says:

    greeny #1 and 2,calev #4anonymous my arse…

  6. Anonymous says:

    Dave P – i was only no. 1. (Cos Channah asked me to post, not that I need an invitation to rinse Nooman…)

  7. David P says:

    makes sense. one of them had to be you though…

  8. nooman says:

    Ok,I know everyone’s talking and I have nothing to hide. Yes, I love big boobs. Yes, Channah’s are nice. More than nice! Yes, I wanted to touch them. No, I didn’t. Everyone happy now?

  9. Ginrod Isus says:

    sometimes i have the desire to place my index finger on the tip of noomans nose. sometimes i do place my finger on the tip of noomans nose. or was i just fantasizing?

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