May 21st 2017 – home

I actually took my diary up to the Wirral yesterday in the vague and misguided hope that I would be in a fit state to actually document our trip and therefore be able to use a different title for once, rather than the rather dull ‘home’ description that has been omnipresent all year. Mr P […]

May 13th 2017 – home

The surprise meal to celebrate Mrs S’ twenty years of service at the practice turned into a bit of a damp squib when after weeks of secretive planning, one of the receptionists accidentally sent a message meant for the boss apologising for not being able to make the party to Mrs S herself the day […]

May 8th 2017 – home

Mr P and the F-I-L went to see Bob Dylan in Nottingham on Friday night whilst I stayed home with the whippet watching trashy TV with a bottle of wine and a surprisingly tasty ready meal. I waited up for Mr P who arrived home just before midnight after a quick nightcap at his dad’s. […]

May 6th 2017 – home

I’ve always struggled with foot-in-mouth disease. It seems that whenever I ask anyone about their other half, it is likely that they have broken up with them. After bumping into an old mate of Mr P’s at a Kasabian gig, I remarked that I hadn’t seen him for ages to which he replied that he […]

May 1st 2017 – home

After a quiet night at home on Friday (Mr P was feeling a bit run down and we went out on Wednesday and Thursday so I wasn’t hankering after the pub), we went to Garthorpe Races on Saturday which is about half an hour away. We loaded up the F-I-L’s car with beer, picnicky items […]

April 27th 2017 – home

We went to see Dr John Cooper Clarke last night at the Glee Club in Nottingham – a venue I’d never been to before. I was expecting something more along the lines of Jongleurs, i.e. sticky floors, chicken in a basket and the kind of colour scheme last seen on a pair of Bermuda shorts […]

April 23rd 2017 – home

Just realised that I failed to document our Easter weekend – how lax of me! On Good Friday, Mr P, the whippet and I walked to a pub in a neighbouring village – a good two miles or so over fields. On the way, an inquisitive horse trottedĀ up to us and seemed to take a […]