I know there is more than one of you out there, and whilst you are unknown to me I do feel the connection. So, here is an update of the past seven days in the life of 'moi'.
And in reverse order:
Yesterday, Sunday, we were at the Tower Ballroom in Blackpool - strictly cum dancing al la Jane and David - with photos to prove it -
|Oh dear, bad arm position loses points.|
|See how it should be done?|
|Strictly cum Dancing flounce and sparkle.|
|And the wonderful Maggie who served our afternoon tea with a smile.|
|The Famous Worlitzer Organ|
Served afternoon tea by, the always happy and smiling, Maggie, we enjoyed tea, sandwiches, scones and cakes. And I have to say the tea-pot was the first I've been served tea in with a non-drip spout - the perfect pot - no dribbles on the table.
We had hired a car for the weekend so that we could travel over to Blackpool to meet up with my sister and family. It's a year since we got together, so the day was very special.
|Alas No Lights on the Tower|
|My Talented Nephew, Ben Who is a Professional Musician|
|Professional Musician, Ben.|
Ben plays with the famous Jukebox Band Check them out.
We got home late last night and the car went back this morning. It was a bit of a cinderella moment, you know, when the carriage reverts to a pumpkin, but at least we whooped it up for a couple of days.
And we made good use of the car on Saturday, too. First we went to the supermarket - it was such a treat not to have to carry all the shopping on the bus - and then we drove over to Hoyland in the evening to see another performance of our friend's comedy hour. It was held at the Knave and Kestral, a new one on us, and a little pub we hope to return to. If you ever get the chance to go to Lee Pollard's one hour, one man show, go! He's brilliant!
So, still working backwards, Friday night was Shed Night - it's becoming a habit - and David had made sure it was warm and twinkling with fairy lights by the time I got back from work. And the cider went down like liquid gold. He'd peeled the veggies too, so while they were roasting we set the world to rights in our little shed at the bottom of the garden.
|The Art House Micro Bar|
Thursday was a lovely uplifting day, one of those bright, windless days when to stay inside would have been a sin. Out came the boots and off we set into the countryside. Our route took us up Pilley Hill - the first challenge - then on towards Tankersley and back over the motorway into Birdwell. It was a short, sharp hike to prove we could still move our legs. No real problem there. We completed the round in 45 minutes. Then Dave worked in the garden, and I did a bit of painting in the Art House.
|Over the Motorway|
|Over the M1 towards Pilley|
|Change Down a Gear Here|
|Past the Stream|
|Too Cold for These Two|
|Plenty of Fodder|
|Just a Bit Faster by Bike|
|Back to Birdwell|
|Barnsley's New Library|
|View From The Library|
|Look! Just Touch!|
That was the week that was folks! A bit busier than normal, and a bit more expensive, but what the hell, we like eating beans.
I'll be back next week with more news from the strictly cum dancing pensioners from Barnsley. And now for tea and an hour of War of the Worlds on catchup TV. Anything but politics, which is all getting a bit silly, with all parties trying to offer a never ending spend of things we all want but know we're not going to get. And the Prince Andrew saga rolls on - the Queen has told him off for keeping bad company, and hurt his pocket, but I doubt he'll stop eating caviar.
'What's that, David?'
'Get the beans on.'
Right! Must go then. I'll talk to you all next week. From a dark and drizzly Birdwell, bye bye for now.
Lots of love and hugs,