The bad
This morning we went to Telford Shopping Centre. It’s not really my cup of tea at the best
of times (airless, over-lit and soulless) but I really wasn’t in the mood for it today. Every single person in the place was annoying,
loud and just plain wrong. Why can’t
everyone be the perfect superior being like me?
By the time we’d finished there the other-half and I were both double
grumpy. Oh joy.
The ugly
Also I’d decided to make the Telford
experience even more of a delight by wearing my wig. It was hot, itchy and uncomfortable. As soon as I got back to the car I tore the
wretched thing off and put on a nice soft hat instead.
The good
After enduring ordeal-by-Telford we went for lunch at The Huntsman in Little Wenlock. The building
has been modernised to within an inch of its life but the food was scrummy. And, more importantly, when we left we bumped
into a Cyril lookalike only with the full compliment of legs, a complete tail
and a much quieter miaow
(see below).
By now we were feeling much more mellow (half a pint of Peroni at
the pub certainly helped) and headed back into Shrewsbury where we bought a wok. The other-half, who has been doing heaps of
cooking, now thinks he is the stir-fry king.
But, of course, a chef of his calibre can’t possibly cope with our sub-standard cooking
equipment. He found the wok he wanted …
it was £62.00. I was not impressed. In the end we got one for £5.80. Hey big spender.
We then had a stroll in the castle grounds (see below) then
headed home for a cuppa. My wild life.
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