“Hang on a minute!” I hear you say. “She’s just recycling old posts!!” Honestly, I’m not. I’ve had to decorate some more bottles for our drop-in cafe as one of the volunteers managed to break 10 of them after only their first outing. The idea of putting the food order paddles in the bottles went down well with everyone, although some of the customers complained that there was no wine in them…
I had to nip out and get some more of the coloured ‘ribbon’ (don’t really know what to call it). Thankfully, the neighbour with the restaurant had given me loads more bottles than I needed. Turned out that I did need them.
We’ve been away for a few days in Blackpool. It was very busy (well, it was half-term!) but the atmosphere was brilliant. They have all modern trams now and the old-style ones are now ‘Heritage Trams’. Last time we were there the ‘Heritage Trams’ were just called ‘Trams’!! They have about 5 or 6 of the Heritage Trams and you have to pay extra to go on them. We went to the Sea Life Centre, which was better than expected, and the waxworks. It turns out that we’re completely the wrong sort of people to go to a waxworks as we didn’t know a lot of the ‘celebrities’. I was disappointed that they only had the current Dr Who; I would have liked to have seen more. We went to the ballroom for a cuppa. It’s stunningly beautiful. And, of course, we went up the Tower. We paid an extra £3 so we could go again in the evening. We went on all 3 piers and went on the Ferris wheel on Central Pier as it was turning dark. Amazing. I managed very well considering that I did my back in (again) the week before. Thank goodness for those adhesive heat patches and Ibuprofen!
My AirBnB is closed for the winter now (I need a break), but I had one special guest last weekend: a lady who grew up in this house. She lived here from the mid 60’s to about 1980. When we were looking at the house for the first time the guy from the Estate Agent told us that he knew a former owner of the house – that was the mother of the lady that stayed. I met her shortly after moving in. When she died, one of her sons came to the house to ask if they could take some flowers from the front garden to put on the coffin. I was invited to the funeral, which is where I met the rest of the family. Meg was thrilled to be able to stay in the house; even more so when I showed her the room she was to sleep in – turned out that it had been her original bedroom.
I think that’s all for now. Hwyl fawr!