Today should have been my Cycling Group outing ( I normally go Thursdays and Fridays), but it is cancelled because one of the leaders has hurt her back, so I suppose I will have to do jobs around the house, unless I can think of an excuse...
We are having the front drive (re)block paved on Monday. I have to do a little preparation, removing some red gravel, and peeling back the slate chippings and weed supressing liner down one side of the drive. This, plus a few interuptions from Kathleen, who is cutting the lawn, keeps me occupied until lunch time.
After lunch, we walk to the Red Lion, in West Boldon, to check out the menu, it used to be one of our regular haunts, but we have not been there for over a year and in that time it has changed Managers. We plan to go there this evening, but thought we would just check that it is still an OK place to go. They now have a "Recession" menu, in addition to their normal menu. Plenty of things which Kathleen will eat (she is the picky one), so we book ourselves a table for this evening.
Another spotlight (those little GU10 things) goes out in the bathroom, they do not appear to last five minutes even although the box says they have an "average" life of 1500 hours!
So what is happening on the domestic news front?
The Conservatives steamroller through their choice of candidate in Norfolk, by ridiculing the fact that local people thought the ability to lie and deceive were not suitable traits for an MP, given the recent expenses scandal I would have thought this is exactly what is needed?
More ranting about the Queens Speech, and the proposed laws there in, even Labour's own peers are attacking some parts of it.
The Irish are up in arms because France beat them at football knocking them out of the World Cup. The French Captain (Thierry Henry), handled the ball in the run up to the winning goal. Thierry Henry, admits he handled the ball, but said it was not deliberate, full marks for honesty, a career as a politician is obviously ruled out for Thierry.
We went for our meal at the Red Lion. Kathleen was initially disappointed because she had decided at lunch time she would have the Lamb, and they had none left, but she was happy with her Chicken Chasseur. I pigged out on all three courses (spicy meatballs; Lamb Kebab greek style; Apple pie and ice cream) and a bottle of Rioja to wash it all down, very nice.
We are home now, and I update this blog, whilst Kathleen watches Coronation Street, why do women insist on watching that crap?
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