Showing posts with label Wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wedding. Show all posts

Monday, 22 November 2021

It's either the flu or love... The symptoms are the same.

Heyy

Can I have just one week where I don't feel like utter shit? The last fortnight I have been scared to even fart (literally) and now after having my flu jab last week I am not feeling great again. Nothing too serious, typical flu symptoms including cough, sore throat, headaches, and bunged-up nose that also runs non-stop. 

But why does this happen and what is the actual science behind it because for me I know so many people who are entitled to an annual flu vaccine who actively decline it on the basis they feel poorly and get flu symptoms after being jabbed. I myself (now on the other side of thirty - Shhh) am now one of them and as it was my first year I thought nothing more than popping along to my local Boots Pharmacy and getting myself set up and ready for winter. I am older now, a married woman, and need to start taking my health seriously. 

I was informed by the practitioner there that the flu vaccine is a safe and effective vaccine, offered every year on the NHS to help protect people at risk of getting seriously ill from flu. He told me in a sectioned-off party of the shop, shrouded by doctor screens that I was doing the right thing and that the best time to have the flu vaccine is in the autumn or early winter before flu starts spreading. 

So why was I there and was this some new thing because of COVID, or was it because I am now older, or is it something else? Well, I was informed that being very overweight (this would be classed as a body mass index or BMI of 40+) which I am apparently part of that club now. Fatties unite. But funnily enough, other than oldies, preggo's and the generally vulnerable, there are some people that can't have it. The Dr. advised me the same as what can be found on the NHS website that most adults can have the flu vaccine, but you should avoid it if you have had a serious allergic reaction to a flu vaccine in the pastThere are several types of injected flu vaccines but none of them contain live viruses so they cannot give you flu. Hmmm?!

One thing I thought was funny and a bit odd that I was asked by the Doc - Do you have an egg allergy. Strange thing to ask I thought and so I enquired. He explained that if you did have an egg allergy, you may be at risk of an allergic reaction to the flu vaccine injection as some flu vaccines are made using a dead viral load in unfertilized eggs and so any affliction to eggs or poultry may cause serious health concerns. GP's or pharmacists do have a solution for this though and a low-egg or egg-free vaccine can be administered. 

Feeling fine I left the appointment feeling I had done my bit, not just to protect me, but others too that I may come into contact with. I felt fine until Friday. The NHS website states that flu vaccines are very safe, with most side effects being mild and only last for a day or so, such as slightly raised temperature, muscle aches or a sore arm where the needle went in. Well ... 

This whole weekend I have literally spent most of it unproductively sat cuddled up on the sofa. I have got me some flu meds and been sucking on Soothers like my life depends on it. Hopefully, I am coming to the end of it soon but you know either way, if I could just have a couple of days that I don't want to just curl up under a duvet then that would be great! 

Following last week's email to Hays Travel, both I and my new Husband have yet to hear back regarding our complaint about our Honeymoon from Hell to the Continental Plaza Beach Resort Hotel Sharm el-Sheikh in Egypt. After several emails asking for an update I was told that it could be up to 28 DAYS to even get a reply to what was a very simple request - Just tell us the breakdown in costs from the hotel, flights, and transfers so we can make a full complaint specifically claiming back the hotel proportion of the holiday costs. But no. Nothing as yet. But be warned Hays Travel, I am not going to be letting this one go!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou x

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Monday, 15 November 2021

Honeymoon from Hell!

Evening and Hello, 

"Well at least until next week when we can submerse ourselves in newly-wedded bliss again as we head off on honeymoon! Egypt here we come!" - Oh famous last words ... 

So firstly I should apologize. This is the first time I have spoken to you all since October and we are now mid-November. Most of which will be unveiled in this blog post but in short a melting pot of stress, anxiety, upset, and being poorly led to me not being able and/or well enough to write which has been hard but I am ready to now tell all. After having to postpone our wedding multiple times from October last year due to the coronavirus pandemic, I married my husband a little under a month ago, and following this, we decided to go back to Hays Travel (after we had used them back in September 2020 for the trip to Marmaris in Turkey which was incredible). Walking into the travel agents in Bedford we were there to book a very special trip indeed - Our Honeymoon. Paying over £1,600.00 for a five-star, all-inclusive hotel with flights, transfers, and airport parking at Gatwick, we were excited. 

Websites and the agent described the Continental Plaza Beach Resort as a "5-star resort in Sharm el-Sheikh located in El Pasha Bay, otherwise, known as Garden Reef Bay due to its beautiful beach reefs teeming with marine life. Adjacent to Naama Bay, it was described as having 5 restaurants, an aqua park, an extensive spa, and with the bright rooms we were sure to be relaxing in Luxury. Rooms with large windows opening onto a terrace or balcony overlooking the sea or beautiful gardens and grounds, the facilities including satellite TV, an electric kettle, and marble bathroom would all be bonuses. The agent informed us of all the restaurants at the Continental Plaza Beach Resort, serving world cuisine, ranging from Italian to Indian to barbecue specialties. And for the times when your belly was full and you wanted to laze by one of the 4 pools, there were also swim-up bars serving refreshing cocktails and light snacks. There was also a Gym for all those who couldn't escape a workout but for me the only working out to do was what I was going to do first and how I was going to fit it all in.

Arriving in Sharm El-Sheikh I was unprepared for the overwhelming safety procedures and the crowds of men waiting at the front of the airport to try and offer a lift or services to weary travelers and naive tourists. For this reason, I was grateful for a private shuttle but the chaos and the intense atmosphere at the airport arrivals had left me feeling unsafe and having a panic attack in the back of the cab. Sadly, the stress of the wedding and all that went with it was nothing in comparison to what we experienced whilst in Egypt. And it was only just beginning!

Following our arrival at the hotel, we discovered very quickly that the Continental Plaza Beach Resort Hotel booked was far from the advertised and sold five-star, all-inclusive, and was more like a 2* on the comparison. We were not made to feel special and our first room (Note first room) was basic without the bare essentials you expect including a kettle as promised in the brochures. This was far below the standard we paid for. 

The TV barely worked, the mirror in the bathroom was old and worn with paint peeling off and the bathroom itself was dirty and disgusting with toothpaste on the wall and chunks missing from the tiles and walls. The curtains were not clean and had burn marks from cigarettes. I mean I could barely open the wardrobe door without the door handle coming off in my hand. 
Calling reception, a serviceman came out to look at the TV and basically shrugged and left with little to no words said. Tired from a whole day of traveling my new Hubby and I tried to make the most of it, hoping the view, food, and facilities would make up for the poor hotel room conditions. This was not the case. 

The following morning and the first day of our Honeymoon, I woke up and within moments broke down into tears. Without hesitation and straight away I went to speak to reception and complained explaining that it was our honeymoon (as we had when we checked in just hours before) and that we were not happy. They helped us to move rooms however after being shown the third room by a teenage boy who spoke very little if any English I was told in broken words that there were no "better looking" rooms and all of them were "in the same condition". 

Sadly, despite the move, our new room was not much better. There were stains, the TV remote is rusting where the batteries are (which we could clearly see as there is no back). Again, as with our first room, bathroom mirror worn and old, the bathroom itself was dirty and disgusting with drawings and marks on the walls. The curtains were not clean and had burn marks and in addition, we had walls with weird, suspicious splash marks on them. A cardholder/reader was hanging off the wall, floor tiles chipped, and a bathroom phone with wires hanging out the back of it. This was horrendous. 

The WiFi we were assured of throughout the hotel is non-existent apart from the Lobby and that's only when it's quiet which is almost never as everyone in the "resort" is doing the same. I even had to go and buy a local Egyptian SIM card so we can just get by (without it we would have had no way to fill in our passenger location form for re-entry into the UK). I can only thank my lucky stars for knowing this and having the facilities to purchase this (at a cost of £20.00). After meeting with what we thought and were told was our rep Mr. Warehouse and I spent the day exploring the surroundings and just walking around the hotel grounds. We desperately tried to enjoy ourselves however this is far far FAR below what we expected and what we were sold. 

There were only 2 pools, no swim-up bar, no aqua park, no heated pool, the sun loungers are as tired and worn as the hotel with yet more stains and marks. Even the patio and walkways are crooked and broken. Building works seem to be taking place everywhere and there was even an abandoned part of the hotel which was unlocked, unsafe, and filled with health and safety hazards, bad enough already not to mention being mere meters from a children's playground and swimming pool and with a wraparound balcony any child (or adult) could have fallen from. 

The five "world class" restaraunts? Well ...
The food from the buffet 2 restaurants was not appealing or appetizing at all with food being left out so long it is going brown or had a skin on top (sauces including soups and gravy). However, the food was being constantly swapped and changed between the two, serving the same stuff over and over and over again with no change and rotating it between the two floors. The BBQ restaurant did not exist. The seafood restaurant did not exist unless we specifically asked to go there and even then, there was no information on how to do this? A La Carte restaurants were Italian and Oriental which we will get onto later. There was not even the opportunity to venture out of the hotel and eat somewhere else as we are miles from anything and unlike as we were promised it is nowhere near any other bar or restaurant that we could walk to. The place is honestly far below anything we thought or promised it was when we booked and despite trying to remain positive, my husband and I already wanted to pack our bags and come home. It had not even been a day and rather than being bonking in the sheets, we were balling our eyes out and feeling pretty low. 

It was at this point on the Sunday evening, barely a few hours after landing that we emailed Hays Travel and detailed our issues. This was not a positive email gushing about how wonderful it was. Far from it. This was not the honeymoon we wanted or expected. This was not the honeymoon we paid for, putting not only all of our wedding guests' wonderfully generous gifts into but also a fair amount of our savings too. Savings that could have been used better. 

The following day I had a reply to sort something out as we were totally unhappy. The response was not great though as the offered two alternative hotels - Dreams Beach Resort and the Aurora Oriental Resort were as bad as where we were if not worse. Both hotels of which were, according to the reviews posted on the likes of trip adviser and Google Reviews (some of which had only been submitted most recently as a few hours or days beforehand) confirmed that both the Dreams Beach Resort and the Aurora Oriental Resort'conditions and appeal was the same if not worse than what we were currently experiencing at Continental Plaza Beach Resort Hotel

"I don't know if anyone bothered to check these out but I would have expected that if something has gone so wrong and serious as moving hotels due to the condition and appearance then the most recent reviews and a full check on the hotel we would be moved to would be checked out for its suitability, not to mention keeping in alignment with something close to what we actually booked and paid for," was part of my furious reply to Hays TravelNeither was 5*. Neither had the variety of restaurants or food quality we expected, booked and paid for. Neither had the variety of facilities we expected, booked and paid for. 

After refusing these and giving ample opportunity to fix the situation we were sick and tired of just "making do". We wanted to come home. In floods of tears (again), we explained this over email to which Hays Travel point blank refused, stating if we wanted to come home then this would not be something they would fund as there was an offered "alternative accommodation option" and should we wish to come home, we would have to sink another £800+ into flights to come home from a honeymoon which was a constant waking nightmare. 

In the meantime, someone had obviously contacted the hotel manager who accosted us walking back from the Lobby that evening and argued with us regarding the complaint we had made on the run-down state and poor condition of his hotel. He was unhelpful, unaccommodating, unapologetic, unsympathetic, unempathetic, and quite rude. He seemed more concerned that someone had made a complaint and gone into an undesignated area and taken photos of unsafe and dangerous rooms than actually sorting the issue. I recall him even saying his own words "we cannot satisfy you so you should leave" ... 

Unable to come to an agreement let alone a resolution Mr. Warehouse and I walked away as the conversation was getting more and more frustrated and rude (from the manager's direction). As we went to walk off, we were approached by another hotel guest who had their own string of complaints and problems with the hotel and who had been met with the same hostile approach. 

That evening the Hubby and I went to the "Italian" A La Carte restaurant, hoping that with everything else failing miserably that this would be the jewel in the alloy crown. You guessed it. It was not. 

After 5-minutes of waiting around for someone to show us to a table, we were seated. Neither I nor Mr Warehouse were asked what we would like to drink - at - all. 

Our starter arrived - which we had not ordered. This was a "salad" which was closer to a Mexican salsa than any salad I have ever eaten as it only consisted of finely chopped tomato, onion, and cucumber with some coriander thrown in for good measure. When I queried what it was and why this had been brought out as opposed to a menu for us to choose from, we were told that there was no choice. The meal was a "salad", Pizza and chocolate cake (which was no different from the one served at the buffet restaurants). The menu we were told was also the same regardless of whether you booked for the "Italian" or "Oriental" A La Carte restaurants. Yet again different restaurants serving the same food. At last check, Pizza is not Oriental and neither is a salad or chocolate cake. 

By this point, our third, nearly fourth day into our Honeymoon and I had barely eaten anything as so unappetizing and gross. I was starving and so was Mr. Warehouse. As the waiter turned, leaving our table, I was so heartbreakingly disappointed and on the verge of tears again. My new husband however was fuming. At no point had we been offered a choice of what we were getting as the phrase A La Carte means - having choices. This was no better than a goose being force-fed for Foie gras. 

Soon enough the main course of Pizza arrived and still, we had not been asked what we would like to drink (not that it mattered since you couldn't get a glass of wine in the entire hotel without having to ask no less than 5 times which I know due to first-hand experience). At no point had we been asked about allergies or intolerances (thank the fucking lord) and we had no clue about what was in any of the food we were presented. 

Luckily neither I nor my husband have any allergies or intolerances, however, we have close friends and family who are and that being even within close proximity can cause a huge anaphylactic reaction which could be, in some circumstances critically life-threatening. We refused the pizza, again explaining not only to the waiter but also to the manager of the restaurant that this was not A La Carte. We were told that it was a set menu. Again this is not the case as even with a set menu you would be offered a choice of what we were getting. Neither were the case. 

With this, we left and proceeded up to the Lobby where we waited for our actual rep to arrive. He was over 30-minutes late with no apology or explanation. On relaying all of the above and writing this all down (more than thirty items of failure) we made it clear we wanted results. This. Was. Not. Acceptable. 

We were then soon offered the choice to transfer to the Jaz Fanara Resorts Hotel or one of the other less than satisfactory accommodation suggestions or to pay a further £800.00+ we didnt have to come home. We accepted the Jaz Fanara Resorts Hotel and arrived to a warm welcome and continued our Honeymoon then with a pleasant stay, however with no thanks to Hays Travel as we had the further stress of having to try and locate a taxi and explain to them where we needed to go and how much it was going to cost (£20.00). 

As I am sure you can already tell, we are still not happy and, regardless of the improvement in hotel standards at the end we have made a complaint. Although this was delayed slightly as whilst out in Egypt still and as a result of the poor hygiene and unsanitary conditions, both I and Hubby contracted Food Poisening which meant that even the remainder of our Honeymoon was virtually unsalvageable as we were both very poorly with vomiting and diarrhea. Our holiday which was let's be fair TOTALLY ruined and now forever etched and scarred on our memory as to how our Honeymoon was and not how it should have been. 

As yet we have no reply and are no closer to a resolution. Hopefully, we can get something by next week and I can update you with more regarding our Honeymoon from Hell!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou x

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Monday, 25 October 2021

The best day of my life: Part II

Afternoon, 

Continued ...

It was already dark when I left my nail appointment. At nearly 7pm I was already an hour late for meeting the florist at the church and I still had to go and grab something for breakfast the following morning, pick up Miss Hackney and get back home to finish off Mr. Warehouse's final wedding gift, which I shan't disclose here as it is now going to be a Christmas present and by the time I got home at 8pm I thought fuck it I can't be arsed to finish it off and if I start it I won't stop until it's finished and I wanted a fairly early night. So when we arrived home back to the house I shared with Mr. Warehouse and our Doggo's the last thing I had in mind was eating or sharing a bottle of champers as Miss Hackney had suggested as she tucked into her pie and chips from the local chippy. It was coming up to nine and I was ready for bed. 

And so for once I declined the Friday night Prosecco and headed to the sheets. Showing Miss Hackney the bathroom and making sure she had everything she needed (although I did end up forgetting to get her a duvet for her night on the sofa) I settled down with the pooches in my marital bed, watched some murderous true-crime YouTube videos, and was asleep by about 10pm. Waking the following morning I couldn't sleep. Unlike normal, I awoke at 6am and couldn't get back to sleep. I was wide awake. I stayed like that for a good couple of hours, maybe drifting in and out of sleep, but mainly awake and thinking about what the day will bring before I am back with my head on a pillow, only next time it will be in a plush central Bedford hotel suite overlooking the River Ouse. But oh there was so much to come before then. Soon after waking, I could hear my phone buzzing. Zzz, Zzzz, Zzzzz. I knew it was Mrs. Tweedle Dumb. 

"You should be asleep," I messaged her, to which her reply was "Well so should you but I can't sleep, and neither can you for the excitement". It was true. More than anything I was just excited. Excited to see my fiance. Excited to see everyone. Excited to finally be able to enjoy all of my hard work with spreadsheets and payments and GoogleDocs from the last three years. I couldn't wait anymore. At 7am I messaged Miss Hackney from upstairs wanting to not disturb her if she was still sleeping. By 8am I could wait no longer and so headed down as quietly as possible. By the time I reached the couch, our little dog had already pounced on my Maid of Honour, probably forcing her from any sleep she was enjoying. 

Within an hour I was in hair and make-up, sat in my bridal pyjamas, having my hair curled and put up as we had planned. I had feebly attempted to eat some spiced Christmas jam on toast and only really managed a few bites, maybe half a slice at most. My mug of coffee too was still half drunk by the time the Make-up Artist arrived too. Soon enough the door was going every couple of minutes. In time, my mother-in-law and her boyfriend turned up with their dog (Frankenstein's sister). Confirming the details of the day she seemed confused and panic set in. 

"So you are to come to the church with our dogs for the family photos, yeah?" I confirmed with the boyfriend one last time "because I have cancelled the other people and companies that we had quotes from because you said several weeks ago you could do it". He nodded and agreed it would be no problem, bidding us farewell as he made himself scarce for a few hours before the ceremony. "OK see you in a few hours with our gorgeous fur babies," I said as I waved him off. The final few hours of Bridal Prep were leisurely paced as I flitted from MUA to the door and back again. Photographers, Videographers, Florist, Visitors and well-wishers. It was a busy morning, but we still had plenty of time to cram in a couple of bottles of Prosecco. 

Soon enough though it was time to get ready. For real this time. Stepping into my dress and with the help of my Mother-In-Law and Miss Hackney as my Maid of Honour, I became a bride. As I dialled Mrs Tweedle Dumb's number in Los Angeles I was nervous for her to get the first look. She was the first person ever to see me in all my get-up. All morning I prayed that she would be my next knock at the door. Alas it was only to be via WhatsApp video call but at least this was better than nothing at all. But then in a flash, the car was outside and it was time to step out into the fresh Autumnal sunshine. Walking out I saw my Dad turn and shed a tear with an accompanying smile. I was pleased that after everything we had been through that he was here, now, to take me to my Groom. As my Maid of Honour, Mother-In-Law and my Dad's Wife left for the church I headed indoors one last time to lock up and say one last see you soon to the dogs. I would only be seeing them again in an hour or so, but it still felt like something I should say goodbye for. Stepping into the wedding car I was excited and couldn't wait for my life to finally begin. I had expected the talk of "Are you sure you want to do this because it really isn't too late you know," to come from my Dad, but there wasn't, probably because he knew as well as I did that this was right for me. 

Standing at the church, blue skies and white fluffy clouds I had everything I could possibly want or need. Everything was just right. Perfect you might even say. As my father took my arm and we listened intently to what the reverend said I was excited to know that in just a few moments I would be seeing my husband. In just a few seconds I would be walking down the aisle, the one thing that has kept me going in my darkest of moments. In just a few minutes I would officially be changing my name and committing myself into marriage for the rest of my days. In just a few hours I would be leaving one family and joining another. 

"Are you ready to do this?" My father turned and asked me as Miss Hackney straightened me out and adjusted my veil over my face. Excitedly I quietly squeaked - Yes!

Walking into the church, organ starting to play my Dad and I walked through the huge archway and to the top of the aisle. As Dad went to step forward, I pulled him sharply back into alignment with me. I wanted to take it all in. I wanted to watch, look out and see all the faces and people who had joined us. I wanted to bask in this glory forever. I had thought of this moment at every difficult turn and twist in my life. Every evening on the bus home from college after I was kicked out of my family home, losing everything; I thought about that moment. Every time I broke down after yet another mean and hurtful phone call from my mother; I thought about that moment. Every night I cried myself to sleep from heartache following the break-down in my relationship with Mr. Workaholic; I thought about that moment. I thought about that moment and how sweet it would taste; How glorious it would feel knowing that all is right with the world. I made it. And there was my Husband, waiting, waiting for me. 

As the sun shone in through the medieval windows stained with biblical scenes and angels, tears began to fall from my cheeks as I became overwhelmed with emotion. It was then that I said out loud; "Ready" Stepping forward as I did so. It was second's really, maybe even milliseconds but it was something I am honestly so SO glad I did. Descending down the aisle I was slow and methodically stepping, as I had pretended to do so as a child with Mrs Tweedle Dumb and Miss Tweedle Dee. Fat tears were now rolling down my face as I desperately tried to compose myself. Soon enough I was there, standing next to my groom and noticing that he too had been and was now in fits of tears, although he will claim it was hayfever. 

The ceremony went beautifully, far more emotional and special and magical and personal than I could have ever hoped for or dreamt in my head. My new husband and I had to pause a few times throughout just to take it all in. This was especially so as we took a moment and stopped singing in our last song/hymn to listen, surrounded by the choir and hearing the backing vocals of our family and friends we simply took in the emotion behind the words we had chosen from Disney's Tangled OST, I See The Light:
And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything is different
Now that I see you ... 

Exiting the church as the bells rang out I looked up to the clear daylight. Searching the grounds of the church, however, I soon fixed my eyes on something that was not so perfect. There was my Mother-in-Laws Boyfriend standing a distance away so as to keep separate from the wedding guests due to his health complaints and risk of COVID, but with him was one dog, and it wasn't mine. It was his. He had failed to bring our fur-babies, our own little family, to greet us at the church. I was heartbroken. I felt so sad, knowing that in all of our wedding pictures there would be none of them. When they have both crossed over the rainbow bridge, it will be like they never even existed on our wedding day. Nothing. Admittedly he apologized at the time, but by then the damage was done. I was stood there in my dress and Mr Warehouse in his suit, I could hardly have kicked off. We can never get them back. We can never recreate that moment or what those images would have been. Never. I was, still am, devastated. 

We carried on with the day, enjoying a long and leisurely drive from the church to our reception venue at Stagsden Village hall where we were met by all of our wonderful friends and family. Petting and cuddling the farm animals we had hired as guest entertainment I was satisfied that people would be talking about our wedding for years to come. Goats, bunnies, Chicken's and a Pony, I bet you couldn't find another wedding like mine. Sitting to eat we roared with laughter and sometimes welled up as we listened to the lovely words and cracking jokes in the speeches. But as the night began to darken, and the daylight gave way to the moon I was sad that it was nearly over. Within moments we were cutting the cake and what feels like seconds later I was rick-rolling my Dad during the father-daughter dance (which came after my first dance with my new husband to which I yet again cried mostly throughout it all). 

All in a blink of an eye Mr Warehouse and I had swapped out doing shots of Tequila Rose, Cha-Cha-Sliding on the dancefloor and having sentimental moments outside with the likes of Mr CWG (basically thanking him since he was the whole reason we were all here today) and we were in the back f our white London Taxi Cab waving goodbye to our guests, off to Bedford's Mercure Hotel for our mini-moon and a few nights of wedded bliss before heading back to reality. Well at least until next week when we can submerse ourselves in newly-wedded bliss again as we head off on honeymoon! Egypt here we come!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou x

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