(My idea of) A Wonderful Weekend.
It’s been a fun weekend this weekend. It began with a long run (about 8-9 miles) on Saturday with a couple of running buddies who are running the Two Tunnels half marathon with me on 18 August.
Late afternoon my O.H. and I ventured into Birmingham (it’s a rare occurrence for us to go into a city for an evening out) because there was a Caribbean festival on; I had been salivating at the thought of a Goat Curry since seeing the festival advertised recently. The goat curry was good – the music was rather too loud so we moved on, had a couple of drinks in a couple of pubs and enjoyed people watching.
Today (Sunday) we spent the afternoon watching our village cricket team play for the chance to go Lords. Sadly they (just) lost to the other side but we still had a great time. Relaxing, chatting to the lovely family who were seated next to us, enjoying cake, coffee – and then a nice G & T – is a pretty pleasant way to spend a few hours on a summers day.
I am now relaxing in the conservatory (my favourite room during the light evenings) and listening to the smooth Mr Barry White.
‘Oh baby’, as soon as the first track began I was transported back to January 1975 when I lived in London and shared a room with two other girls (Wrens) called Venetia, and Welly.
I have no idea why Welly was called Welly (and can’t remember her real name) but she adored Barry White and played him constantly. Venetia lived her life in rollers; she was super-sophisticated and had a serious boyfriend. Part of her glamour was very slim figure – in hindsight I realise she was more than likely anorexic as I never saw her eat. I lost touch with both my room-mates but have stayed in touch with some of the girls (Di, Sandie and Shirl) and when we meet up it is as though we’ve never been apart.
So, here I am, lying on the sofa, looking up at a gorgeous evening sky, re-living memories, feeling 17.
Never growing old? It’s a Girl Thing!