I finally made it to the Ryton Farmer’s Market last weekend. It’s held near to the Pit Wheel beside Ryton Rugby Club on the last Saturday of every month, though there will be a Christmas Market […]
Saturday saw me out on one of my excursions with Mum to Marks and Spencer’s in Hexham which is a regular port of call for us. There were no disabled bays left so we parked […]
We had a saunter through Ryton on Saturday afternoon after lunch in the The Runhead. We also called into the Half Moon and see that they have started doing food again, so we shall have to […]
I’ve only been to the Remembrance Service by the memorial in Ryton once before, not because I don’t want to, but because I’m usually at work. Crosses have always been placed however, in memory of […]
I suppose it’s not as if I could argue that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I knew from the beginning of our relationship that Heather had a penchant for useless old […]
There were no new babies in our family for years, then like buses they all arrived at once. Heather and I were left in charge of two of them on Saturday afternoon, my niece Hannah […]
I didn’t know that chimney sweeps still existed let alone that there’s one in Ryton. Neither did I consider the possibility that I would ever require their services. Two large falls of soot sending the cats scattering […]
We enjoy having a saunter down to the Ryton hot spots every now and then. Our strolls usually begin with a visit to Bet Fred, or as we like to say, “Let’s go and see Lisa.” […]
I shall use the two photographs below to illustrate the fact that there is a bit of an age gap between Heather and me. I’ll let you observe the pictures and arrive at your own […]
I mentioned a week ago that the new Morrison’s had opened in Blaydon and that I found this quite exciting. Heather and I called in briefly during one of our walks, and as we were […]
Well the football on Saturday didn’t go as envisaged, Gateshead were beaten by Grimsby six goals to one. Heather and I went to the match via public transport catching the bus into town and then the […]
“Shut up and stop answering me back,” is what my mother told me in the car on Saturday afternoon. I was sitting in the rear seat but I could see through the mirror that Heather’s face was a picture of satisfaction.
Another enjoyable weekend. Friday was a short day, because I started work at 6am and then I took four hours leave to enable me to visit the dentist where a double filling awaited. Actually I […]
The great thing about living in the North East of England is that we have the best of everything. This is the scene that greeted me when I went out to my car yesterday morning to go to work.
My cousin Clea is up in the North East from Godalming and she’s been staying with Mum, so I’ve been staying too to get our suppers etc. We had my signature dish of mince and […]
You may recall that in my blog of about a week ago I became infuriated with my mother because she took well over an hour to choose a new pair of frames at the opticians in Ryton, causing me to miss Slimming World. She was determined to have something in the designer line, and she couldn’t make her mind up between Prada and D & G, eventually plumping for Ray Ban. Well on Saturday we went down to collect said spectacles.
As we walked past St. James’s Park on our way to the run on Friday, we came across scarves, flowers, and shirts laid at the feet of Sir Bobby Robson’s memorial. These are here in […]
Last week absolutely spun over. There were meetings to attend and different working venues to visit over the first three working days, and then on Thursday and Friday I attended a course funded by my […]
I worked late yesterday – too late to go for my run with Heather and Debbie. Of course there was nothing to stop me going out on my own, but I was busy with my Ipad working on this blog. I finally asked a couple of people to have a look at it for me and they all seem to think it’s alright so maybe it’s time to go public. If you’re reading this I would be grateful if you could click the “follow” button which is around somewhere. I keep shifting it about, but at the time of writing it’s down on the right. After you’ve clicked it I don’t expect you ever to read my blog again, but a click would be fantastic, thank you.
As you can see I’ve included some pictures within this post of two shoe cupboards. This is to give you an idea of the differences between my Mum and me. One cupboard is mine and the other one is hers. She is 92 and never looks anything other than having just stepped out from the cover of Vogue. I on the other hand, er…. don’t. She always wanted a little girl she could dress up but unfortunately she ended up with me. I liked dressing up, but in Batman suits and cowboy outfits and I’m not sure that this was entirely what she’d envisaged.
I finished work at 3pm yesterday and walked from central Gateshead down to the Metrocentre a distance of (according to Map my Run) 6.9 miles. This was because I was without a car. For those unfamiliar with the concept of being in a relationship that is equal; when my car is bust I don’t have a car. When Heather’s car is bust she has mine and I’m still without a car. (By the way the header photo is one of mine taken from the layby off Bensham Bank in the early eighties. The skyline has changed a bit since then)!
This is the first day of my blog. Not quite the first day of course because I’ve spent the past week pouring over “Word Press for Dummies” by Lisa Sabin-Wilson, but my first day of […]