The title isn't really fair because we did go to the seaside and then to a castle for afternoon tea - a nice pot of Earl Grey - that and a coffee for mum and a flapjacky thing me came to £6 - not bad really you expect to pay a couple of quid per item these days, but the spectre of Granddad having a coronary at those prices was of course raised. But it was lovely surroundings and the sun came out briefly - it lifted the mood. Our walk along the sea front was under a brooding sky and against a good old headwind - god I miss my winter suffolk walks so much :( -
All work and no play leaves richie slightly less than gay!
Anyway, the Earl Grey was just what I needed, I think Vera Drake's lot were right - have a nice cup of tea? Up for murder? Have a cup of tea! Guilty of backstreet abortions? Have a cup of Tea! Kidney Failure? Have a small cup of tea! - Oh dear that was a bit black! Careful Rich...
After the tea we went cruising down Highcliffe main road, loads of Juntique shops and pound shops - mum mentioned this one that her dad always used to go in - I remembered it, specifically going to buy a small set of something for 50p and mum whispering to me to put it back as granddad had got me some for my birthday... He'd be spinning now if he saw my new £30 a month phone! So, we walked around this shop with it's children's inflatables and garish towels and 99p SCART leads and we both came to the conclusion - it was a bunch of fucking toss!
We went to Tesco got a sandwich each and some Cottage Cheese (Fatfighters dietary staple apparently) and buggered off back to the car.
We had to divert on the way back to take in a nursery and buy strawberry plant holders and then I had to give my opinion on lots of plants, Mum asked me what was wrong - I would have thought it obvious I wasn't really into playing Gardens right now.
Well, we're off to quiz in a bit - the excitement is never ending around here.
some pretty flower beds at Highcliffe castle.
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