Mistletoe's Musings

Thursday and this week's expedition was a walk along the River Wear in Durham as far as Shincliffe Bridge. This was a spur of the moment thing because it was fine so Sue was not able to attend as she had arranged for the plasterer to come. But first a couple of pics from last week's expedition to Romaldkirk.( A walk through history (Yes I like to tell people things; it's the teacher in me) )

Next week we are going to Debra's on Monday to sample her excellent cooking without having to go the the opera and rush it. She has promised us a film. Knowing her it'll be something like Rebecca but it'll be an unusual choice. She bought me The Battleship Potemkin for my birthday.

Whatever the faith, be it Christian, Hebrew, Pagan, Buddhist or none a jolly season to one of all as I slip off the Internetz and back to the pre-computer age at the parents' house.

Well, that's Bank Holidays over for another year, although if Mr Brown our Prime Minister gets his way we'll have another in November 'cos we are lagging behind the rest of Europe in meaningless necessary rest from hard labour.

For a change the weather was quite pleasant, positively hot on Saturday while memsahib and me were on duty at church. Not a visitor until 3.50, 10 minutes before locking up time. However, the ladies were so nice, and put £5 on the collection plate, so we lingered.

Yesterday 3 of us went to the Riverside for Durham against Yorkshire pro-40 cricket. Pitiful affair really. Yorkshire were 0-3 before we even got there and they struggled to 122 all out with Anthony McGrath getting his 50 in 109 balls.

Needless to say Phil Mustard knocked 50 off 27 balls in Durham's winning reply, with 15 overs to spare. In the car by 6 o'clock and home by 7.

Now I have to wait in all day for the gas man again. I hope he doesn't come at 6 o'clock.

Shock Horror! I dropped one of my feverfew tablets this morning and when I lifted the settee cushion to look for it I found a desiccated mouse. Of course I was holding it before I realised what it was. I did not scream, drop it, or throw up, but calmly disposed of it in the bin. Is proud of bravery. Now if only I could handle spiders. Of course all sorts of horrible scenarios as to how the mouse got there and how it died are flashing through my brain. e.g. I sat on it. Let's hope it was natural causes. 

To jolly myself along as I enter the final week of freedom from work - why do these 6 weeks go so quickly - I gakked this from theantijoss . She got it elsewhere. I deny vehemently having anything to do with No. 6, but am quite cheerfully disposed towards all the rest.


I might put up a couple of pictures of the church (not of Scientology) which is actually late Saxon and therefore over 1000 years old although most of it is now 18th/19th century. There are one or two surviving things.

Decent weather at last so it''s in the car for a couple of jaunts. On Saturday parents and I went off to Skipton, a notoriously difficult place to park, to visit the market. Now some people have amazing abilities. Mine is to find car parking spaces and I started sending vibes on Friday night. Needless to say when we arrived at the car park a couple arrived at their car just as we drove up the alley and drove off. We drove into the space, THE ONLY ONE AVAILABLE. Ha ha. Quite a jolly day.

Today it was Whitby where dad insisted on trying the Marina car park. I had my doubts I could pull this one off so I didn't succeed. We had to go all the way back to West Cliff where there was plenty of room. Obviously I overdid it there. We also got seats at the not so exc lusive Spanky's chipy (sic) where the fish and chips were delicious and far cheaper than the more famous Magpie cafe. I feel all sunburnt too. We were all knackered when we got back to the car but I've had a reviving curd tart and feel much better.