As I have said before, nothing beats a quiet night in, all in your own. Much as I love my husband and family I love getting the house to myself for a Saturday night. It feels quite illicit, I can spread my "stuff" all over the sofa AND floor, sometimes fabric, sometimes all the bits of paper, sorry research from my family history. And if I am being really decadent I have both out at the same time. And empty cups of coffee all over the floor.
Saturday past was one of these nights. The hub was the Fight. Fighting in Belfast on a Saturday night in Belfast is not uncommon, but this was The Fight. Karl Frampton was to take on Kiko Martinez in the IBF World Super Bantamweight Title (I know that because I am reading it from the programme).
Now the hubby is not particularly into boxing but you had to be there. The daughter was out with her friends, so hey ho and away we go.
I was very restrained, I started the night with Sergeant Lewis and ended the night with Inspector Lewis on ITV3. Looking at the adverts do the advertisers think viewers are woman of a certain age? All river cruises and charity adverts. I was even very restrained mess wise. I sat at the breakfast bar making Liberty hexies until my shoulders ached. I didn't even eat anything, I am still going to Slimming World, and coffee doesn't count. Then I went to bed after a lovely evening finished off with a little blog hopping.
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note the new cakes tins to the rear left, GBBO syndrome I think
Then the fun started. At 1am the house phone rang. I guessed Alan had rung by mistake, I could hear lots of male happy voices in the background (Frampton won). Then at 1.30 the phone rang again, and of course you have to answer it. At 2.30 he arrived home, bedroom lights on, telling me all about the boxing. Great. At 3.30 my mobile rang, "mum, are you awake?" well, ......... I am now. At 4.30 it was back to bed having done the collection and drop off of daughter and friends from town. All I saw were taxis on the road but there was not a taxi to be had. A bumper night of business for taxi drivers.
Back to bed with veiled threats not to waken me before 9 am.
Feeling sorry for me, Alan suggested we went out for tea. We went to James Street South Bar and Grill, one of my current favourites. And guess who was there? Karl Frampton, his family and trainer Barry McGuigan and party. And he looked only marginally less tired than I was. (In case you are interested, bantam weight is 8 stone, so he is marginally slimmer than me as well)
Last week there wasn't much done here, I started knitting my green cardigan and then ripped it out again. Not a good start. My friend Anne and I went to Dublin to see Pride and Prejudice and possibly fall in love with Mr Darcy. Well, we didn't fall in love with Mr Darcy but Mr Bennett was rather endearing. We didn't have time to visit my friend Oscar Wilde, but I will put in an old photo for old times sake. See you in November Oscar.
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Today I am going fabric shopping with a friend. She is buying wadding and fabric, I am only looking but have to buy a cushion filler for September's Le Challenge. "watch" this space for updates.
In the meantime Hazel and myself are continuing our gentle challenge with my friend Dorothy and her daughter Amanda. We have just completed week 5. You will know my which are my photos, Amanda's are beautifully staged.
The Great British Bake Off Week 1
The Great British Bake Off Week 2
The Great British Bake Off Week 3
The Great British Bake Off Week 4
Saturday past was one of these nights. The hub was the Fight. Fighting in Belfast on a Saturday night in Belfast is not uncommon, but this was The Fight. Karl Frampton was to take on Kiko Martinez in the IBF World Super Bantamweight Title (I know that because I am reading it from the programme).
Now the hubby is not particularly into boxing but you had to be there. The daughter was out with her friends, so hey ho and away we go.
I was very restrained, I started the night with Sergeant Lewis and ended the night with Inspector Lewis on ITV3. Looking at the adverts do the advertisers think viewers are woman of a certain age? All river cruises and charity adverts. I was even very restrained mess wise. I sat at the breakfast bar making Liberty hexies until my shoulders ached. I didn't even eat anything, I am still going to Slimming World, and coffee doesn't count. Then I went to bed after a lovely evening finished off with a little blog hopping.
Then the fun started. At 1am the house phone rang. I guessed Alan had rung by mistake, I could hear lots of male happy voices in the background (Frampton won). Then at 1.30 the phone rang again, and of course you have to answer it. At 2.30 he arrived home, bedroom lights on, telling me all about the boxing. Great. At 3.30 my mobile rang, "mum, are you awake?" well, ......... I am now. At 4.30 it was back to bed having done the collection and drop off of daughter and friends from town. All I saw were taxis on the road but there was not a taxi to be had. A bumper night of business for taxi drivers.
Back to bed with veiled threats not to waken me before 9 am.
Feeling sorry for me, Alan suggested we went out for tea. We went to James Street South Bar and Grill, one of my current favourites. And guess who was there? Karl Frampton, his family and trainer Barry McGuigan and party. And he looked only marginally less tired than I was. (In case you are interested, bantam weight is 8 stone, so he is marginally slimmer than me as well)
Last week there wasn't much done here, I started knitting my green cardigan and then ripped it out again. Not a good start. My friend Anne and I went to Dublin to see Pride and Prejudice and possibly fall in love with Mr Darcy. Well, we didn't fall in love with Mr Darcy but Mr Bennett was rather endearing. We didn't have time to visit my friend Oscar Wilde, but I will put in an old photo for old times sake. See you in November Oscar.
Today I am going fabric shopping with a friend. She is buying wadding and fabric, I am only looking but have to buy a cushion filler for September's Le Challenge. "watch" this space for updates.
In the meantime Hazel and myself are continuing our gentle challenge with my friend Dorothy and her daughter Amanda. We have just completed week 5. You will know my which are my photos, Amanda's are beautifully staged.
The Great British Bake Off Week 1
The Great British Bake Off Week 2
The Great British Bake Off Week 4
The Great British Bake Off Week 5
All the best,
Helen
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ps back now from fabric shopping - embroidery thread, a cushion filler and black circle fabric - just what I needed for Le Challenge.
Celebration tonight, the daughter got a permanent contract in work and we went out to celebrate. In conversation she said "you can never be too educated or over dressed to paraphrase Oscar Wilde" - who says Oscar is not relevant today!!
Well that was an eventful Saturday evening or should I say Sunday morning! :)
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh at the fighting on a Saturday evening in Belfast.....it used to be free though! ;)
Well done on the Baked Alaska, you could give Iain some lessons!
V x
Ooh, lovely bakes Helen (and what a fab pic of Oscar Wilde too!)
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering if you still have your jumper made in Jamieson's of Shetland wool from the 80's? :-)
Hope you have a great weekend!
Susan x
I do like the house to myself too......then its a mad panic half an hour before he comes home to tidy up!
ReplyDeleteIt has to be said.....you lead a very busy varied life