Accidentally took a week off blogging
It wasn’t intentional; the week just got away from me:
That was intentional. I didn’t feel well and the sun was shining so I did the obvious thing and stayed indoors watching TV all day.
Church, followed by lunch and Andy Murray winning Wimbledon – the first British man to win in 77 years, in case you hadn’t heard (and if you hadn’t heard, you are obviously not from round these parts).
The last Brit male was Fred Perry, from right here in Stockport! He has at least one street and a council building named after him. Wonder what Andy Murray will get? A knighthood in the New Year’s Honours List, probably, because you know how governments love to ride the tennis balls of popularity.
Fred Perry House, Stockport
Incidentally, here’s my prediction for the next male British Wimbledon winner: I don’t know if he’s even been born yet, but I suspect he will have a four-letter shortened first name and a double ‘r’ and a ‘y’ in his name. There’s clearly a pattern at work.
Morning: A visit from my lovely friend Alison (news of why she’s lovely will be revealed later in my week).
Afternoon: Painted the garden fence to hide its age. Kind of like a make-up-plastered granny; or Joan Collins.
Evening: Poetry at Write Out Loud. Three of us turned up. The rest were probably still celebrating Andy’s win.
Cleaning prep for weekend guests i.e. more telly.
Free ticket from one old lady at church to see the Chester Mystery Plays – FABULOUS!
The plays are staged every five years, with a cast and crew of about 400 people, almost all amateurs. Here’s a link if you’re interested to see how plays written in medieval times are still relevant today – I’m thinking Middle East conflict and homelessness, to begin with.
Free dinner from another old lady, who drove me there at just fifty miles an hour (on the motorway), so we had to leave at four and arrived back at midnight; and who bought us a meal at Bella Italia.
My church has the best old ladies in the world!
To the dentist in the morning, for an hour of power saws and choking on pink putty. Temporary crown is now in place. When I got home the Hub kissed my head; said, You have fluff in your hair; and removed what was actually a piece of my tooth. Eww! I saw the bits flying at the time but I thought I had caught them all.
In the afternoon I went shopping so I could feed my weekend guests.
was a mad rush. I gave the house a proper bottoming before collapsing into the shower at 1:30 and we were out of the house by two. The Hub dropped me off at Friend Alison’s, on the way to collect the guests from the airport.
The guests are a nice German couple who love to spot planes as much as the Hub does. They come over each year for the Manchester Airport aviation fair; and travel all over the world to take photographs of planes. The Hub has traded with them online (geeks have their own universe) and became friendly without meeting them. When he heard they were coming for this weekend’s fair, he invited them to stay.
It is the first time I have ever had guests in my home and I wasn’t here to welcome them (of which more anon), but I did prepare a lasagne which the Hub just had to bung in the oven.
The more anon, or why Alison is lovely: I feel like a celebrity! My 50th birthday is in September but the celebrations started yesterday. Just as famous people with more money than social conscience party for a week or so when they turn a year older, so my celebrations will take place over two months.
First up: Friend Alison took me into Manchester last night for dinner and a show. The show was Ghost and the dinner was yummy. We had to go now because it isn’t on in September. The special effects and staging were great; there were some necessary deviations from the movie but they worked; Oda Mae Brown was funny and, bizarrely, played by an actress named Wendy Mae Brown. How weird is that?
Next up: The Hub wants to send me away. No surprise there, of course; but he says that as it’s for my birthday, I can come home again. He is trying to arrange a flight to any of my foreign friends who live in a country accessible by budget airline. He’s not having much luck, but that’s okay: I’d settle for a day out in London, visiting the Globe Theatre. The Hub thinks that’s a terrible waste of money, but he’s never had much time for my spiritual home.
That was my week, and I’m sure you understand why I haven’t been around much.
Don’t expect me to be around much next week, either: I’ll be sleeping.