Last night I went out with some friends for an Indian meal in a restaurant I have never heard of before called “Jilabi ”
The restaurant wasn’t in a great location, a bit of a distance from where we lived, no parking and when we arrived it was jammed. .totally overflowing with people. I now know why.
The staff were lovely, we soon were given our table and the night began. It didn’t take long before conversation started flowing, food arrived promptly. The food I ordered wasn’t on the menu, not a problem at all.
So what makes a restaurant great. .
Good food, good service, extra fringe benefits which Jilabi excelled at. ..they gave us free deserts (watermelon, chocolate cake and ice-cream! ) 2 free liquors each, free coffee and tea and. .a bottle of mock champagne. Talk about making us feel special.
That’s what makes a restaurant great. .the ability to make you feel special and considering the restaurant was full to maximum, I feel this was a remarkably fear.
This morning I went to the gym. Not a problem you would think. .but…
…because of the snow /ice and too many cars around where I live I was forced to park at the bottom of the road down a small hill.
Again not really a problem but here’s the problem getting to the car was the problem. I leave the house to go to the gym in my Nike trainers, I like these shoes, they are comfortable bright turquoise and have a big toe divider. .you know the type.
I now know they are the worse shoes in the world for ice. .wow. I could hardly stand up either on the pavement or the road.
That small downhill walk seamed harder than a marathon to complete
I must say the American Army is incredibly unlucky. There is just so many Widowed Army Officers in their forces. And just as an extra note, they all appear to be good looking, young. .well in their 30s and 40s and appear to have no friends! What a sad state of affairs
I know this, you see because they keep trying to add me on Facebook! ! At the rate of 3-4 a week
Here’s a funny thing thing, there is a roundabout appreciation society
Yes, a group of people who love roundabouts.
Here’s another funny thing. ..I get it. Yes, I totally understand why they love roundabouts. If I see what I consider a good roundabout, it pleases me.
I think the Black Country has the best roundabouts in the UK that I have seen so far.
They are a perfect size and have industrial statues on them which gives one a visual indication of where they are.
I like roundabouts
This longest walk ever was around a very small distance. The local park!
So why was this the longest walk ever? I hear you ask
Yes, that’s right it’s the snow. But not as you think. I didn’t walk extra slow because I was scared of falling over but because everywhere was so amazingly pretty. I took photo after photo after photo. …..
If you see an incredibly young for her age female wink wink, wandering around with earphones on and a wearing a smile, possibly even laughing to herself. It may be me
No I haven’t gone mad, but I am currently listening to a jolly funny audio book whilst walking. It’s called, “The road to little dribbling ” by Bill Bryson , I love his dry sometimes sarcastic humour
Whilst shopping, walking and with the recent snow on public transport, I have noticed that I have been laughing out loud, or have permanently attached to my face, a grin. A small part of me wonders what I look like to other people
What a delightful treat today, I woke up and my world was pretty, white and full of festive snow.
We are snow starved in the UK and surprisingly when we have the white stuff everyone moans “isn’t it cold? ” “I can’t wait for this weather to go?” What a grouo of humbugs they can be .And don’t get me started on the traffic, schools and shops. Why on earth do things come to a stop in a little bit of snow?
I love snow, it’s pretty, fun crunchy and makes me want to take photo after photo
One of the delights of Christmas is the abundance of Christmas Markets around the country.
Today I went to one of my regular ones, Worcester Victorian Christmas Market. It’s only on for a long weekend but it’s well worth a visit.
As far as Christmas markets are concerned it ticks all the boxes, atmosphere, a fayre Victorian themed, lots and lots of stalls, people in themed costumes, a beer festival, Victorian style music playing, I left with the song Daisy, Daisy still ringing in my ears .. But also Worcester has loads of charity shops and extra tick
This afternoon I was walking my dog around the waters edge. The wind was bitter howling around my face and then..
…all of a sudden I came across a sun trap, the wind died totally and I felt the warmth of the winter sun warming my cold face
I love the sun, I am that sad, I will cross to the sunny side of the street on every occasion. I stand with my face in the warm glow of the sun whenever I can
I love. ..no need the warmth of the sun as often as I can
Yes, I believe this just means i am English. In England we are sun starved and crave it as an addict craves drugs. ..now, where’s that sun?
Last night I went to a gig at Atrix which is a small theatre in Bromsgrove
We went to see the urban folk band, I haven’t seen them before or even heard them but I do like folk music
Towards the end of the gig I noticed that I had a big grin on my face and probably had done all night.
They were a great band and made me consistently smile, the energy they had, the fun variety of music they played and I think most of all the fact they seemed to be having so much fun it was contagious