Thursday, 21 August 2008

Gone diving...left a wife all forlorn!


This is the dive centre in Hurghada that diver hubbie has gone to see (none of us have seen it yet). It's based at Hilton Plaza in Hurghada, Red Sea, Egypt. I used to swim at the pool regularly when we used to live in Hurghada (but sadly not at the Hilton!)

It has its own marina/jetty and this is the dive boat which leaves every morning , with a bit of luck, full of day divers and snorkellers.

I woke up this morning with a lump in my throat and a big, churned up feeling in the pit of my stomach. The Diver (the other half) has had to go to Hurghada, Red Sea, Egypt today for 10 days on business. We part own a share in this diving centre (see above). It doesn't bring in a lot of money to be honest...I think we stay with it more of the love of it.

I met my chap ( my best friend and bestest drinking buddy ever) through Scuba Diving. I was working in the City in banking, at the time, and I was getting pretty fed up with the rat race. (I tell a lie. I think I was fed up from the start but ten years later I was still there. I guess the pay packets were a big incentive! Plus I loved just looking at "the history" of the City of London every day I worked there.) The year 2000, the Millenium year, dawned and my bit of a Scottish bank merged with a New York City bank. I resolved that something different was going to happen in my life. It did. We were moved from Lombard Street to the 49th floor of Canary Wharf. Even in pre-terrorist days I saw that all the planes landing at Heathrow were using it as a "turning round huge phallic stick in the sky" so I decided to jump ship before I had to go through the fire alarm drill (and all 49 sets of stairs)! I just wasn't sure what to do. Go back home to parents with my tail between my legs? Hmmm. Maybe I would go to Spain and teach English after all...

Talk about fate. A friend at the bank was a BSAC (British Sub-Aqua Club) diving instructor. She pestered and pestered me to try the beginner's course and once I had got all my dratted banking exams out of the way I was ready to go for it. I first met hubbie at the London Dive Show (then based at Olympia Exhibition Halls, Earls Court). He was someone to whom I was introduced. I hardly paid him any attention because I fancied another diver (my club diving instructor) at the time. We all met through the Clidive BSAC dive club based near Old Street. We all went drinking and for a curry after that Saturday at the Dive Show. I had my eye on my instructor desperately hoping that something might happen...instead I found out that hubbie (or rather hubbie to be) was staying that night at my object of desire's house. Talk about having my diving bubble burst!! Hubbie (to be) attempted to talk to me on the way back to catching the tube...I can remember monotonously answering his questions. He did make me smile though with one of his comments when his huge dive bag got caught in the tube turnstile. "Ah well!" I thought to myself, "the tryst with my instructor will have to wait until another time."

That other time did not arrive. Instead a group of diving virgins (including myself) went out with Clidive club (and my sought after diving instructor) to Hurghada, Red Sea. I knew beforehand that a certain bearded chap with a penchant for Guinness and funny stories was out there running the dive centre. I thought no more of it.

Hubbie used to help out with the diving training because he was/is a BSAC diving instructor. I was paired up with him. Mainly because I was a bit of a diving lost cause. I am not a technical, practical person by any stretch of the imagination. When I was attempting to kit up to go on that first dive with him I could see him crossing himself in the corner. "Cheeky bugger!" I thought to myself.....And yes...on that first dive he did show me the delights of the House Reef as he searched and searched the sea grass to show me some of the sea horses (just some of the many residents there). The rest, as they say, is history...

(P.S. Consequently he has left me a whole heap of instructions: like how to turn the oven on, when to water the tomatoes, when to pick the raspberries, the fresh peas, don't blog when you should be preparing (or rather warming up) the children's dinner..........oh crikey!oops!....)

11 comments:

Lindsay said...

I am often a 'long distance walk' widow! Husband is now 72 but twice a year he goes off, normally walking alone but organised through a walking holiday company, for about a week. I don't mind because Husband's life has been restricted over the years due to my knees! The only thing I really find difficult is walking Rescue Dog. However Supatrike comes into its own - Rescue Dog hitches a ride until we reach the farm where he jumps off and has a good run.

Hope you can cope home alone!

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Supatrike sounds like great fun for you and your dog! I think I can just about cope. It is bedtimes that are endless..."can I have drink? can I go to the loo, just one more story" etc. etc. It's taken me 2 hrs 20 mins. tonight to get them to bed. (Just hope there are no night time visitations either.) Anyway I'll stop moaning and just buckle down!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Nice story... Funny how fate can create arbitrary situations that may have a fundamental influence upon the rest of our lives. Keep on snorkelling!

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Will do. Yorkshire Pud. Will do. I think I'll be snorkelling in our back garden if this rain keeps up!!!

Maggie May said...

If you can't beat em join em!
Interesting story!
Don't like the instructions he left you though!

Expatmum said...

Left you instructions about how to turn the oven on? Send that man over here toot sweet.

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Thank you Maggie May. This blogging business is turning into an addiction so I'll have to watch myself (well at least try to anyway)!

Hello expatmum. Yes he's darned good at cooking malarkey. Funny so was my ex...

Gill - That British Woman said...

what a neat story......do you miss living and working in London?

Gill

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Hi Gill, Very happy that you liked the story. I'll see if I can dig out some more...

In some ways I do miss living in London (and working). When I lived in London I was extremely lucky to live in Hampstead (where my college/uni. was), Kew and Richmond (from where I went to work in the City). I miss our friends, the cosmopolitan nature of London, the mix of cultures, having everything to hand, the history and culture of London. That said...London can be very impersonal. I don't miss that side of things and I got tired of the "politics" side of work (plus the long hours).

Overall I'm glad we live in the country and when I need my/our dose of London we can go there sometimes. My in-laws live close to London. In fact we'll be down there pretty soon.

DulwichDivorcee said...

Lovely to hear your story, Hadriana. So glad it worked out for you and that he knows how to turn an oven on! Sounds like an excellent chap, don't suppose he has any spare brothers?

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Hello again DD, I would really like to say he has a spare brother but sadly he does not! If you ever fancy taking up diving though...I would recommend it for a whole host of reasons!!! I bet Dulwich has a BSAC club...