Saturday to Luton with Mr C, ended up in the Arndale Centre - I had never been and was filled with all the wonder of a small child. We took a look around the covered market which was wonderful. It was like markets used to be before the onslaught of specialist cheese stalls and the sun-dried tomato. There were haberydashery stalls, key cutters, t-shirt printers and china plate sellers. There were also some fantastic ethnic food stalls selling spices, mishapen vegetables and coriander the size of a small family Christmas tree.
Sunday I was off up to the big smoke to see Echo and the Bunnymen by way of an early birthday treat with my handsome brother and my favourite sister in law. They were very good - although a little loud for my tender ears which are now used only to the tender trill of the linnet.
Yesterday the Ladyfriend and I had the day off and decided to abort a planned day in Bath to a trip to Ikea (the weather was filthy) we bought four chairs for our dining table in eastbourne. I hasten we jump the gun as,not having an oven, the only thing we will be eating off it will be potted meat sandwhiches.
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