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Update, with pictures...
29 Mar 2023 11:33 amRejoice, for that which was lost is found!
When we moved house five years ago, as we unpacked we found most things, although for a couple of weeks the bag with most of my knickers in was mislaid and I had to buy some new ones. But the other thing that went missing was my peg-bag. We never did find it and eventually I went and bought new clothes pegs too.
When we had the electrician in a couple of weeks ago, adding some new sockets and light fittings and replacing the fuse board, I emptied out a couple of cupboards in the utility room for him, and in one there was a box with some bottles of wine and spirits in, still as it left the old house. When D-d was here last week I suggested she went through it and took some of them as she was more likely to use them. As we took them out we realised that something had been wedged at the back to make sure they didn't move... yes - it was the canvas bag full of clothes pegs!
Night out - the food was fine, the music fascinating...
My sister gave me a gift voucher for a fairly new restaurant for my birthday. At first I thought it was Spanish in style, then realised it was Argentinian. For various reasons we only got around to going last week.
It is nicely laid out and comfortable, the service was very good. The food was, not surprisingly, very meat oriented, although I did have a Mediterranean vegetable quesadilla as a starter (S2C had meatballs wrapped in bacon!). Then S2C had a posh burger as his main, I had a pulled pork ciabatta, with fries; they were nice, although not earth shattering. Then he had a chocolate mousse trifle and I had flambéed pineapple and ice-cream. We enjoyed the food, but may well not go back as we thought that, for what it was, it was rather over-priced.
The only reason we might go back is the amazingly odd background music. Which was at just the right volume, by the way, you could hear it but it didn't intrude into conversation. Except it became one of our main topics of conversation. We began to realise that the music was a series of pop and rock songs hammered into the rhythm of the Bosa nova. We recognised Coldplay's Viva la Vida, All Saints Pure Shores, the Cranberries Zombie (probably the least suitable as it is about the IRA), Amy MacDonald's This is the Life, and Lionel Ritchie's Hello, amongst others. Then we began to play 'what would be even worse?' How about One by Metallica? The Green Fields of France? At which point we recognised AC/DC's Whole Lotta Rosie!
On Friday we went to Peel, and did some shopping in the Manx National Heritage shop, mainly for birthday presents for our daughter. While we were there we got some cushion covers for ourselves simply because we loved them.
Oystercatchers! Aren't they great?
And when we had snow a couple of weeks ago I mentioned that the most damage in the garden was to the enormous marguerite. This is the part that was damaged, the branches broken off at the base, that I had to cut out.
On the left of the next picture is what remains - you can see why I am not too worried about it. And actually it has opened up the view of the end of the garden from the conservatory. (On the right is a smaller bushy marguerite.)
And here are a few more garden pictures taken last week;
And one taken on Monday;
The forsythia is coming into flower - and Archie, the neighbouring cat, is ever hopeful that the birds won't see him!
When we moved house five years ago, as we unpacked we found most things, although for a couple of weeks the bag with most of my knickers in was mislaid and I had to buy some new ones. But the other thing that went missing was my peg-bag. We never did find it and eventually I went and bought new clothes pegs too.
When we had the electrician in a couple of weeks ago, adding some new sockets and light fittings and replacing the fuse board, I emptied out a couple of cupboards in the utility room for him, and in one there was a box with some bottles of wine and spirits in, still as it left the old house. When D-d was here last week I suggested she went through it and took some of them as she was more likely to use them. As we took them out we realised that something had been wedged at the back to make sure they didn't move... yes - it was the canvas bag full of clothes pegs!
Night out - the food was fine, the music fascinating...
My sister gave me a gift voucher for a fairly new restaurant for my birthday. At first I thought it was Spanish in style, then realised it was Argentinian. For various reasons we only got around to going last week.
It is nicely laid out and comfortable, the service was very good. The food was, not surprisingly, very meat oriented, although I did have a Mediterranean vegetable quesadilla as a starter (S2C had meatballs wrapped in bacon!). Then S2C had a posh burger as his main, I had a pulled pork ciabatta, with fries; they were nice, although not earth shattering. Then he had a chocolate mousse trifle and I had flambéed pineapple and ice-cream. We enjoyed the food, but may well not go back as we thought that, for what it was, it was rather over-priced.
The only reason we might go back is the amazingly odd background music. Which was at just the right volume, by the way, you could hear it but it didn't intrude into conversation. Except it became one of our main topics of conversation. We began to realise that the music was a series of pop and rock songs hammered into the rhythm of the Bosa nova. We recognised Coldplay's Viva la Vida, All Saints Pure Shores, the Cranberries Zombie (probably the least suitable as it is about the IRA), Amy MacDonald's This is the Life, and Lionel Ritchie's Hello, amongst others. Then we began to play 'what would be even worse?' How about One by Metallica? The Green Fields of France? At which point we recognised AC/DC's Whole Lotta Rosie!
On Friday we went to Peel, and did some shopping in the Manx National Heritage shop, mainly for birthday presents for our daughter. While we were there we got some cushion covers for ourselves simply because we loved them.
Oystercatchers! Aren't they great?
And when we had snow a couple of weeks ago I mentioned that the most damage in the garden was to the enormous marguerite. This is the part that was damaged, the branches broken off at the base, that I had to cut out.
On the left of the next picture is what remains - you can see why I am not too worried about it. And actually it has opened up the view of the end of the garden from the conservatory. (On the right is a smaller bushy marguerite.)
And here are a few more garden pictures taken last week;
And one taken on Monday;
The forsythia is coming into flower - and Archie, the neighbouring cat, is ever hopeful that the birds won't see him!