Happy
Father's Day to all those Fathers out there, and a well-deserved
day it is, too. Granted, here in England (and I dare say
in other countries this year) many wives and mothers are
probably thinking that Father's Day started last weekend
with the beginning of the World Cup, and that it won't
end for several more weeks, as Father is either ensconced
in front of the tv at home or in a pub watching whoever
happens to be playing at that particular time!
Our week here has been a good one, weather-wise, with very
little rain, sun and fair temperatures. Well, to me they
have been fair, in the 70s and 80s, but to many of the
people here, there have been "boiling" days!
However, even they admit that this past week's temperatures
were much cooler than those of last week.
On Monday I took Lil Sutton to retrieve her son's car.
It had been in the shop for repairs, and then afterwards,
I drove back into town and to the Red
Lion for a pint,
where I ran into Sue Stewart, the manager of the pub. We
were reminiscing about how close to this time last year,
she and I had headed to London for a day at Wimbledon.
I left there and journeyed home.
Tuesday after work, Tracey Riby and I walked over to Dusk to
share in the birthday celebrations of Rachel Addison. Richard
Kirby, Nick and Kerry Stojanovic, Karen Whiteley, Mike
Kendall, Martin Wharrie, Emma Heath and Martin Hogg all
joined with Paul Cain to wish Rachel a very happy birthday.
It didn't hurt that Dusk serves
2 cocktails for £4,
and Mojitos (called
Fidel Castros), Pink Lady Slippers
and other concoctions were going down like water. They
have a delicious deli plate where you can add sides, and
some had burgers and pronounced them delicious! About 9ish,
Tracey and I bid our adieus, again wishing Rachel many
happy returns of the day, and the others continued celebrating.
I headed home, as did Tracey, and I walked back to the
flat.
Wednesday I was off to the Rose
and Crown to catch up with
Peter Gibson who had returned from a week in Mykonnos with
Gareth Dadd and friends from Liverpool. Peter regaled me
with stories of their time there, and what all else they
had been up to since last we had met. We had a good time!
On Friday the man came to put in my shutters in the bedroom!
Yes, they'd finally arrived, and no longer would I be awaking
to the sun coming in at 4:30, or earlier, in the morning!
After work on Friday, I went home, I adjusted the shutters
to shut out the sun and to keep the breeze flowing through,
and had a wonderful night's sleep!
Saturday I was up and in town doing some errands in the
morning. In the afternoon I headed to Bishop
Wilton to
visit with Isobel McCoy and her sons, Sydney and Robin.
Husband John was at work, and we had a nice visit in their
new home. Not a NEW home, but new to them, and they have
such a lovely, large garden all in bloom and veggies and
fruit growing and flowering trees and bushes. Late in the
afternoon we headed to Pocklington to visit Burnby
Hall Gardens. What a lovely spot and so close to York! I had
no idea it was there, and Isobel informed me that was where
John and she had been married. A lovely setting, for sure.
The boys enjoyed it very much, especially Sydney. Around
6pm, we said our goodbyes, and I set off for York. On the
way, I stopped by to see Bruce, Sally and Alexander Corrie
for a bit, and then headed on home. I'd planned to have
an early night, and then go to church the next morning.
Around 1am Sunday, I was awakened by a ringing noise. I
eventually determined it was the fire alarm, and of course,
in my sleepy state, began to think it must be me, I must
have left something on, etc. I checked everything out,
nothing. I tried to think of how to turn it off, and then
finally remembered the entire building is connected; so
when one goes off, they all go off. I put on shorts and
a shirt and took my mobile and my passport and headed down
the stairs to the front of the building. There were the
neighbors, all assembled. After quite awhile, the fire
engine arrived, and after an even longer time, the fireman
came to inform us that someone had smashed the alarm glass
on one of the windows of the second floor, thus activating
the alarm system. At least there was no fire, and we were
able to re-enter our flats about 2 something. Of course,
I couldn't go back to sleep immediately, and so I put on
a DVD to watch. Naturally, I fell asleep while it was on,
but I then slept through church! So as someone once said, "the
best laid plans of mice and men....". In the afternoon,
I wandered into town to the German beer garden, and who
should I see but my neighbors, Angel and Maribel. We'd
just seen each other earlier due to the fire alarm, and
we had a couple of beers, talked about the event, etc.
So that's my week. Here's hoping you all had a good one,
and again Happy Father's Day!!
Love,
