On Saturday we celebrated Irene's birthday. We had a lazy start to the day. First we had to pop and order a vacuum cleaner part and purchase a pizza and crispy duck rolls. Next we had to buy cheese cake at the cheese cake shop. Then off we went to start our adventure. First there was the thrill of going north to the Shipley garden centre to buy lime and two other exciting things then we set off to have lunch and walk in Shipley Park. At which point the inevitable rain began. It was a good lunch. The scones with Cornish clotted cream and jam where particularly good. There was an attempt at 'coffee art' on my capuccino. We watched the anti-open cast mine protesters getting wet and two policemen 'chasing' after them, a little too late. (The Keystone Cops came to mind)
The walk was abandoned. We drove off to our prime destination-Dale Abbey, on route to look at the abondoned windmill. The windmill proved inaccesible. It was too wet at Dale. Home went. We consumed our pizza, duck and cheese cake; washed down with sangria. Played a game, watched a strange film where evil neither triumphed or was overcome. (I can't remember the title.)
Joni rang on Saturday, Tim rang in the morning, Joe rang, Sally rang.
A good day enjoyed by all.
Sunday followed with church. As we returned from the allotment Jenny and Francis greeted us. We invited them in and with, cups of tea and carrot cake, celebrated their ruby wedding anniversary.
We gave them a set of six ruby coloured, Italian glass tumblers.
Jenny, sporting a ruby ring, inspecting our gift.
