A BIG SHOUT OUT FOR ALL NHS SUPER HEROES NOT JUST TODAY BUT EVERYDAY. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HARD WORK YOU ARE DOING IN THESE VERY WORRYING TIMES.
PLEASE KEEP SAFE EVERYBODY THIS VIRUS IS DEADLY SERIOUS AND WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING EVERYBODY FIT, HEALTHY AND WELL VERY SOON.
Adele & Chris
Don't ask me why as I have no idea but I had a 'funny 'episode'. Let me tell you what happened this morning, I was driving to the shop in Monton and was in a queue at the traffic lights (isn't there always a queue, Salford area always seems to be gridlocked). Anyway I saw a car coming out of a junction and indicating to join my lane. I genuinely do not know why I did it BUT I pressed my window down and thrust out my full arm, waved him into lane and then gave him the thumbs up!!!! I have no idea why and have never done that before, I was mortified and I think the other driver was shocked not to see a sixteen stone 'bloke'. Eddie Stobart should offer me a job, I behaved like a full on HGV truck driver. I put my head down praying for the lights to change....they took forever. I won't do that again I shall put my ladylike driver head on - pretend not to see them and make them wait.
Do you think which cake you prefer has got anything to do with age ? No stay with me on this. I like a brew and a cake, I like a brew with a slice of cake .....I love cake...actually I must correct myself on this. There are certain cakes which are fine with coffee and certain cakes which can only be enjoyed and eaten with a brew. For example you can't eat a traditional British cake with an americano....Madeira cake and espresso ...really ? No it's like eating egg and bacon with mayonnaise - they just don't go together. Back to age and cake choices. I have never ever liked bakewell tarts there has never been an occasion when in a tea room/cafe you could witness me with my nose pressed against the glass of a cake dome drooling over a bakewell tart ...never. Yesterday I was in a lovely bakery with 💙 and fancied a bakewell tart - I could not wait to get home put the kettle on, make a brew and sit down with 💙 and my cake (always on a side plate). I scoffed the lot. BAKEWELL virgin no more. Bakewell tarts in my mind have always been the cake of choice for OAPs ( I may qualify soon!!). Would you ever see an OAP with a blueberry muffin or flapjack if there were bakewell tarts on offer? Not on your Mary Berry Cookbook. Do you think the days of choosing Nutella muffins are a thing of the past for me? Who knows? However I think to be fair chocolate eclairs are pretty 'Age fluid' along with cream scones you definitely are in a 'cake age fluid ' zone with them (don't know about vanilla slices though ). What cake age are you? PS 💙 = grandson Albert .
We went to Majorca for a much needed short break a few weeks ago. My plan was to chill out read a few good books, eat good food and drink cheap Cava 🥂.... So on arrival at the hotel we flung our cases onto the bed looked out of from the balcony to a beautiful pool area. ....bikini on (yes I know I’m thick skinned) and as my husband said “who’s going to be looking at you !! 😂". Anyway back to the story.....pack my beach bag (the one with the sequinned pineapple on the front do you remember it?..Its a great chuck in bag) head down to the pool and get myself comfortable and ready for my holiday read that I always start the evening before so that I’m ‘into‘ it. I look around the pool and observe the perspiring bodies all shapes, sizes and all with a different story to tell ....some with stretch marks, some with caesarean marks and some sadly with life /illness scars and it makes me think about each of the people there. Back to the book.....I wonder what the woman with the M&S spotted costume does? Money on it she’s an accountant her beach bag was very organised and she had her money properly separated into euros and sterling which I always plan to do but soon forget after a few 4 euro glasses of Cava. Back to the book when out of the corner of my very big eyes I notice a young woman next to me with lots of tattoos......I put my head down and pretend to be enthralled with the comings and goings of Jenny Eclairs new book......looking to my right I notice she has prose written to the side of her thigh, can’t quite make out what it says but I manoeuvred to the right and it seemed to be prose about a lost love which was very moving. I then begin to think about the tattoo girl and feel sad about the heartbreak she has suffered. Pick up my book....standing in front of the pool are a couple, they edged their way into the pool, I notice she has a very nice bow and chain tattooed around her ankle, her partner has a huge piece of prose which takes up the whole of his back written in French ! .....I put down my book and try to casually take note of the French words and their meaning (the cheap Cava is certainly no help). A level French is a very very long time ago. I am able to read and translate some of the obvious words, life, stars, hope, luck, love and child. I can’t help myself as I begin to create a whole raft of life scenarios which may fit the words. I become bothered by what sadness may have befallen this young French man......Adele switch off and pick up your book. A man passes by with Chinese symbols carefully tattooed down the inner part of his torso and I wonder if he checked the Chinese words and their meaning or if he just trusted the artist? Mmmmmm not sure I could do that . I pick up my book again and make an effort to switch off from the noisy tattoos........couldn’t they just cover up. 😀😎
Ok.....now lets be honest ...hands up if you wipe your window sills down? I do ...every Monday morning it takes 5 minutes AND I probably do it because my mum did it. It seems after doing a mini survey in the shop that I’m now in the very small minority.....in-fact cleaning outdoor window sills seems to be considered to be a bit naff or as one customer said ‘a bit sad’ .....!!! There must be other women out there who still do it. Surely its not just me 'that's a bit sad' Don’t get me wrong I’m not out there with my head in a turban and a pinnie tightly fastened around my ‘better clothes’ donkey stoning the steps......I’m simply giving them a wipe over. Yep!! You are right the streets are not full of windows overflowing with muck because her indoors hasn’t given them a quick Monday morning wipe over......think it’s down to doing what your mum did ...a bit like gravy, now don’t get me started on that one! You think Brexit is divisive ...think again.
Well we went to see Soul Diva and Legend Gladys Knight (fortunately she didn't get her pips out) the other Saturday evening (it was a Christmas gift from The Husband 😘 - when July felt very far off!!!) Gladys was AMAZING, incredible how this very short, tiny 75 year old lady was able to blast out a sound that gave you goosebumps......so too The Manchester Apollo an old battered around the edges building that can still blast out a tune’ anyway in my haste to look glamorous for Gladys and not thinking straight I decided to wear a pair of gold strappy evening shoes. Great for walking from the car to a restaraunt 2 minutes away. Not so great if you have a husband who will not pay for car parking and parks miles away and then you want to dance and singalong like a lunatic to Gladys for an hour and a half. We had a great night with Gladys on top form all was well until I realised I now had to walk back to the car in the said strappy gold evening shoes ARGHHHHHH!!!! the pain and agony we go through just to look good and I'm not sure anyone even looked. My matching gold Malissa J wrist bag looked great though even if I say so myself.