Time to catch up I think, my last proper entry went up to Good Friday.
Easter Saturday we had our first barbeque of the year. I’m quite proud of my Kebabs, although I say it myself, they are good, especially the Salmon and Prawn ones.
Easter Monday Mike and I managed a rare thing, a day together and we went out, to Wales, only this time we went to Mid- Wales. I wanted to take Mike to a place I went in my teens. My best friend‘s parents had a caravan in Penybontfawr and I stayed there sometimes.
I’ll never forget the night we went to the Village Hall, having been told there was a Disco. What that meant was someone with a record player, the age range was from babies to great grandparents. As we walked up to the door the sound of ’Scotland the Brave’ greeted us. We collapsed in hysterical laughter, we were there in our really cool clothes, mini skirts and high heels. After all we were from Stourbridge, famous at the time for Robert Plant and Led Zeppelin, and the discos we went to had strobe lights, oh yes, we were cool alright!
We were quite the centre of attention in this quiet farming village, where Welsh was the first language and we were exotic butterflies, with our long hair, Mary Quant make-up, short skirts and legs up to our armpits.
Somewhere in my loft is a love letter from Llewellyn, son of a local farmer, in it he professes his undying love for me and informed me the biggest event of the week was when he was kicked by a cow and “By damn, did it hurt”. Such happy innocent days. One of our favourite places there was Pystyll Falls and this was where I wanted to take Mike.
and then drove onto Bala, where there is a bustling town and a huge lake. We had lunch in an ancient hotel, the food was fine but dear me, they want to sort out the service. Mike had to keep following the waiter around to pay the bill, we nearly needed to eat again by the time we got out. I wasn’t as if there were that many people there, he just kept running around in a demented way, muttering and sighing to himself, like Manuel in Fawlty Towers.
We travelled home via the mountains and as usual the scenery didn’t disappoint, thank goodness more people don’t realise what a beautiful place Central Wales is. You don’t have to go to the coast for scenery.
We were going to have tea and cakes and then realised we had both spent our cash, we rarely use it these days, so had to change the order to just tea. Bless him, the lovely man still came out with the cakes and said we could call in another time and pay him. I then remembered I had some bags of change in the car ready to take to the bank, so we were able to pay him after all…in 50p’s.
On the Wednesday I went to meet my Niece Emma for lunch in Wolverhampton, which was a treat as I see her quite rarely and we probably talked more than we ever have done.
Then it was off the Archives to do some family research for a friend.
After that I went to the house of a lady I’ve been talking to via my favourite website Rowley Regis Online, for a coffee. I know meeting people off the Internet can be a bit dodgy but when you are all researching Family History it really would be a bit complicated to groom someone for unpleasant intentions and anyway, she promised me she wasn’t a White Slave Trader, although with her living in Wolverhampton, you can never be quite sure . (she actually lived in the very ’posh’ bit) We ‘d spoken on the phone once, but that was for nearly an hour and I was pretty sure we would ‘hit it off’ which we must have done because it was two hours later when I left.
That evening we sat, as the sun set, on the decking at The Waterfront and then had dinner in The Barbican, a lovely evening.
where we lunched.
Later on I returned to Worcester and went to my stepson’s for dinner, which was another lovely evening.
Sadly that was the end of my 2weeks off.
Back to school and another course of swimming lessons, ohdeep joy! There are a lot of ‘issues’ at the moment and trouble with children outside school which is being brought into school .Then one of my little precious charges, of whom I am incredibly fond, really upset me by stealing something that was very precious to her Teacher. I guessed who it was and confronted her about it, she broke down in tears and confessed. It’s not really her fault, it has a lot to do with her background and not being taught the right ways of the world. I’m hoping she will return the item but I felt it was something that she trusted me enough to confess, something she wouldn‘t have done in September.
Last weekend was my birthday and we went to what is probably the most beautiful restaurant in Worcester, The King Charles. King Charles 1 is supposed to have escaped from a window there, after the disastrous Battle of Worcester, the panelling and ancient, black woodwork is brilliantly counter balanced by lace tablecloths, silver and crystal and very comfy chintzy chairs. I’ve wanted to go there for years and finally managed it. I wasn’t disappointed.
The next day was our Wedding Anniversary and we were invited to Shifnal for dinner at my sister’s, as usual it was a very entertaining evening with good food. On the way there I had heard Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi, which brought back a teenage memory and I had to share this with Val. I reminded her of Mum’s singing and how she would drown out the radio with her own words and tune, to whatever was playing, a cause of great annoyance to us both as this was long before the days of having your own music centres in your bedroom, so the house radio was our only real source of music.
Now my Mother comes from the Black Country, were they dow spake loike the rest on ya. So my Mother’s version of ‘They paved Paradise, put up a parking lot’ was………‘It aye very nice to put up a parking lot.’ After a few glasses of wine this is a very amusing story.
We went to town yesterday to see a friend at a book signing and bought a copy and then had lunch, is it any wonder I’m fat with all this eating? Then we walked back via the racecourse to have a look at the German BeerFest. It was like a tent with beer, not much Fest at all and the singer was so depressing The Samaritan s had a stall in the corner. In fact I think my Mother could have done a better job. We didn’t stop.
Today I did a Reflexology treatment on my next door neighbour, her baby is due on Thursday and she is really fed up. She was amazed to find her treatment reduced the swelling in her feet by about 25%.
I think that brings me up to date, time for a bit of telly. I have some more lovely photos which I will post later in the week.