My favourite day of the week. It used to be Sundays, but as I'm now resigned to (usually) working six days a week, Saturday being the only one off, it's all change.
Hasn't the weather been beautiful this week? This is the first week that Toby and I have seen rabbits on our walks. He doesn't even bother to chase them any more. I think he realises he's fighting a losing battle.
The path was full of tiny worms this morning, so many that unfortunately I had to make the sad decision as to which ones to save and which to sacrifice. Alas, I had to place my feet somewhere. Toby had no such concern.
Spent the morning listening to the delightful Graham Norton on the radio, and then - HURRAH - finally got around to writing and sending off my first assignment for the writing course I'm doing, or supposed to be doing. Can't say I'm ecstatic about my work, I feel I could have done umpteen times better, but hey ho, what's done is done, and I was determined not to keep it hanging over my head a minute longer. And it is only the first one...I vow to improve on things as I progress. I suppose that's the whole point isn't it? Let's see what comes back. Feeling slightly daunted by the whole palaver to be honest.
So with that, I'm moving on to more positive topics!
Two research projects today:
1) I need to locate, and apply for, a suitable allotment, in which to grow my own lovely fruit and vegetables, and hopefully keep chickens too! I should have done this in the winter, could have been there right now, smugly observing my seedlings and clucking hens. Never mind, it's a start, and wasn't something I had considered in the winter.
2) I need to find a stall in which to sell my mother's wares. She has a little gift and card shop (makes all her own cards don't you know), and needs to offload a few things, so there's no time like the present. A little craft fair, preferably in a well-to-do part of town, would be marvellous.
After that's done, a run is in order if I have any hope of not coming last in the Great North Run in September. Followed by a cuppa and the Guardian. Followed by a night out here:
For as long as I've been alive, until recently, whenever I passed the Central Bar at the Gateshead side of the Tyne Bridge, I was always struck by the amount of "triffids" growing in the windows of this place. A run down, triangular oddity of a pub on the edge of town, as my years grew in numbers, so the triffids grew in size. The pub was never painted, revamped, anything. I always had a secret desire to pop in for a swift half though, as I imagined it being full of character. I never did though.
Until now! The Central bar has had a rehaul, boasting live music and a roof-top terrace bar. So I'm off to explore this evening. Rumour has it that Deborah Harry of Blondie fame will be there. Who knows? I shall report back with my findings.
If Debbie Harry is going to be there then I am coming with you :-D. Blondie are my joint favourite group of all time (the others being The Bay City Rollers, The Jam and Abba!) You can kind of tell my age from this can't you! Oh and I forgot Wet Wet Wet they are up there too. Ooh and Buddy Holly, but he is not a group, so perhaps he doesn't count here. Anyway, I will shut up now. Hope you have a good evening.
ReplyDeleteSadly no sign of Debbie Harry Helen, but an enjoyable night nonetheless. Apparently, as it was Jazz weekend at the Sage music hall, the musicians (of whom Debbie was one) usually hotfoot it over to continue into the wee small hours after their performances. Unfortunately didn't recognise anyone, although there was a lot of jazz going on. As my sister put it, "lots of different musicians playing different songs, all at the same time". Not my cup of tea either, I must admit. I am a fellow Jam fan though! Thanks
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