I love to sing and oddly enough it was a song with that very phrase as its’ title, that I had to sing, during my first ever audition for Panto chorus at the tender age of 14. I still sing at every given opportunity: whether it be to the plants in the greenhouses, the wren nesting in the ivy or just as a way to make tedious jobs such as ironing and washing up, pass in a haze of remembered enjoyment, I will raise my voice and belt out a traditional Panto tune with complete lack of self-consciousness and no consideration for the feelings of neighbours or passing strangers. Continue reading
Mind you, there was the added incentive of a new shop to add to my list of places to visit this morning – new to me that is, not to town – and so after my usual stop in at the butcher I popped in to chat to the fishmonger. He was a very helpful chap and was happy to give me the prices for our family favourites: Haddock, Salmon and Sea Bass. I also bought 6 fishcakes from him, at 40p each, and we’ll have those for tea tonight. I’m keen to see how they compare to the ones we sometimes buy from the supermarket. Continue reading
My trip to the butcher was both successful and informative with the butchers’ wife happily taking the time to discuss the various cuts of meat and very willingly giving me the price per pound of all the meat and vegetables that I bought from their shop, especially when I explained that my aim was to see if returning to the high street permanently will, ultimately, show consistent savings on the grocery shopping over the month, as opposed to the local supermarket. Continue reading
I decided to write my blog because I enjoy writing. I’m not particularly good at it and I doubt I’ll ever be brave enough to submit a manuscript for consideration but here I can type to my hearts content and if someone happens along, enjoys reading what I’ve written, maybe makes a comment or clicks the ‘Like’ button, then fantastic. I’ll happily have a comment conversation with a fellow blogger or reader, whether it’s my blog or theirs and I’ll even click the ‘Like’ button BUT, and this is quite a big but for me, I will only ever ‘Like’ a post if I have actually read the post. Continue reading
When mums dragged their offspring along to act as bag carriers and item spotters.
When the shop keepers knew your name and what you liked to buy because you visited the same shops every week.
When the promise of a cola or lemonade and a cream bun in the local cafe, once all of the items on the seemingly never ending shopping list had finally been found and purchased, was the only incentive you needed to keep up with your mum and try not to squabble with your sibling because failure on either count would result in a direct route to the bus stop/car park …….. do not pass go (or the tea shop) and do not collect cream bun en route. Continue reading
Anyway, the upshot of these discussions was that we ended up taking out a new 12 month contract which, the girl assured me, was the exact same package we were already on (our previous contract had ended a couple of months earlier and we had been on a month to month basis since) but it was cheaper because we were taking out a new 12 month contract. Continue reading
As a teenager I thought I was top of the tree when I got a small, yellow, portable transistor radio for Christmas and was even more impressed when, the following year, I received an all singing, all dancing ‘slim-line’ Texas Instrument Scientific calculator (rather than the inch thick basic one I’d had previously). As for the day my parents swapped our old, traditional dial telephone for a push button one, well that ranked as a huge upwardly mobile moment but not quite as huge as the day they traded in our black and white television for a colour one! Continue reading