|This does NOT belong to me. Honest.|
The other-half and I strolled into town again today and met up with big sis, nephew and wife to mooch around shops and have lunch. All of which was very jolly even if now, a few hours later, my lunch is repeating on me (hmmm salami sandwich, the gift that keeps on giving).
All this recent activity has been great but a bit knackering. So I have returned home to spend the afternoon (and probably evening) stretched out on the sofa with the cat. The other-half has gone to visit friends in Bridgnorth. (Sorry I couldn’t make it for further trumping conversations, but I’m truly shattered).
Anyway, I flopped onto the sofa turned on the TV and found that the film ‘Cromwell’ was on. I know it’s historically inaccurate. I know it’s a bit iffy (to say the very least) to show it on St Patrick’s Day (given Cromwell’s behaviour in Ireland). But I do love this film. It’s a good thing the other-half is out as I can relish the film (and defeat of the monarchy) in peace without him (being a complete royalist) ruining it for me.
As you can probably imagine the solar-powered waving plastic queen (yes, really), pictured above, belongs to the other-half not me. He is threatening to display it in our front window during the Diamond Jubilee, whereas I will, of course, be constructing a guillotine in the back garden.