Well once again life’s been so manically busy I’ve slipped behind on this thing. So, entries overdue (at least London, Liverpool, Torquay and Ireland [the links are to my Flickr photo albums of those trips!], as well as our night out with Gervase Phinn!) will have to come after this one and retrospectively, or I’ll never get cracking again.
Today was a driving course. Quite fascinating actually, it was an ‘educational’ approach to my speeding ticket (very minor, thirty-something) as opposed to fine and points. Very successful (I hope) as I learnt quite a few things that I’d either forgotten after 18 years of driving or that had actually changed since I passed my test. Very useful. However there were several utter misery guts there, older businessmen with revolting attitudes. One wonders why they didn’t just take the points rather than be there so obviously resentful and with foul attitudes.
Anyway suffice to say it was a gruelling but interesting 5 hours (3 theory, 2 on the road) which resulted in my trainer suggesting I should take the advanced driving test to reduce my insurance as it would only take a couple of lessons because I’m already a pretty hunky dory driver apparently!
So that was my afternoon. This evening when I arrived home I had a truly stonking headache – brought on I’m certain by suffocating amongst mean and grumpy people at the course – so I flopped into bed feeling sorry for myself until our fabby company arrived.
Up and at’em again we had smashing company for the evening; Richard and Suzee, chosen family members and good friends. Richard’s a bank manager and Suzee has the most super job I can’t even talk about! They came for dinner, we had fish and chips from a fabulous chippy down the road from us, knowing Richard’s love of them. There are several, but the one on Chatsworth Road is the best, for anyone reading this who wants to know!
Amy soft came to visit too briefly, waiting to hear about a big fancy job selection day she’d been to. Huge interview process up against some very serious competition (she’s been in her career for 3 years, others had far more experience for example), yet out of 18, 6 were chosen for the assessment day and she actually got to the final two! Sadly she didn’t get the position, but it certainly bodes very well for her future I think.
Tomorrow I’m hoping to nip over on my motorbike to Bakewell to see my old friend Lexi, assuming it’s not throwing it down with rain or snowing as threatened again! Lexi and I have been friends since we were 11 years old and met at Hope Valley College. After that our respective families both moved (coincidentally) to Bakewell, quite literally onto the same road, where we happily renewed our friendship. Over the years, through each of our marriages and kids, and Lexi’s amazing personal struggles and health problems, our friendship has waxed and waned but always been there. I love her heaps.
I love Bakewell too, we lived there for a time when I was young where I attended Lady Manners School and really did enjoy it. Oh and what’s not to love about Bakewell Puddings! (NB that’s puddings, not tarts, that’s a whole other thing by Mr Kipling and nothing to do with Bakewell!) I was married to my ex husband at the big All Saints Church in Bakewell too, having spent time in there as a kid (it was a cool place to be alone and quiet) I loved the place.
Tonight’s been a bit of much appreciated quiet time for me, but I really ought to get to bed soon to get some rest at last. Anyway that’s quite enough for one night, time for some photos to brighten up this entry.
Walking into town with everyone the other day I took them a different route, via the path around the outside of Queen’s Park so that they could all see this; the paintings beneath and on the side of the bridge. Commissioned graffiti by artist Pete Barber, so beautiful I love it. Here see the rose on the side of the footbridge…
…and here the sad looking girl surrounded by roses. Beautiful. I looked it up to see who/what it was about and found this, which I’m really glad to have read and now know about it.
This guy and his horse & cart are a familiar sight around Chesterfield Market, collecting boxes & cardboard and being petted by visiting children and adults alike. Here he’s caught outside the Wetherspoons pub known as The Portland, as we were on our way home from town.
Rachel and I saw these magnificent Crocuses in Queen’s Park on our way home another day, aren’t they utterly beautiful and such an inspiration for Spring?
Right that’s more than enough for one night. Goodnight all.