By my own admission I’ve always been a whisky kinda lady.
Then Mum got cancer…
We would have our girlie afternoons , sit and sip coffee together, chit-chat about everything and nothing. On occasion the coffee would be substituted by a large Gin and Tonic.
I didn’t really like Gin back then, I didn’t hate it either … I just didn’t dabble. It sounds daft but drinking it together made me feel even closer to her … like we were bonding over her favourite tipple. Continue reading
July … what does it mean to you ?
For me it’s the start of a long hot summer [hopefully] alfresco ‘everything’ in the garden , weekends away, my best friends birthday.
It is also a painful reminder that in just a few days time, 2 years ago , my mum and best friend died.
July 10th at 3.40pm in palliative care with Dad & I sat by her bedside.
I’ll not lie I’m in a weird-ass mood
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Good afternoon …
I enjoyed doing March highlights so much I’ve decided to make it a regular thing. Haha I know what you are thinking I’ll give it 3 months ! Have faith my friends , have faith !
So April has been and gone very much like March – like a whirl wind. Or as I referred to it last month like Zola Budd with diarrhea ! Can you believe it’s bloody May tomorrow.
So I started the month off with a night away with JD Williams. They invited myself and 2 others lovely ladies – Joanna and Rachel – to attend a cookery school held at Swinton Estate in North Yorkshire as part of their ‘try something new‘ campaign.
We Spent the evening at The Golden Fleece in Thirsk. A deceptive but very lovely hotel. It looks tiny from the outside but is like Dr Who’s tardis. It seemingly gets bigger the more you venture in.
I thought I would start April with a picture perfect, picture heavy post and a spot of culture.
Last week along with my friends Sue and Jo I attended the Mausoleum of the Giants an exhibition by Sheffield’s adopted son – street artist Phlegm. His murals of fantasy creatures are scattered throughout the city often found amongst industrail landscapes and derelict buildings … if you are from Sheffield you will no doubt have spotted a few of them.
The exhibition which is hailed as the final resting place for his characters is on for a few more days until Saturday 6th April; I urge you to go and have a ganzy if you can.
Set in Eye Witness Works an abandoned factory complex it only adds to the atmosphere. The floors are uneven, there is no heating and it’s quite dark in places.
Entrance is free and all staff are volunteers. The only down fall is you may have to queue for an hour or two.
We fell lucky and only had to wait an hour, it was glorious sunshine so we made the most of it and had ourselves a big dose of good old vitamin D and a natter. It’s always good to talk!
You know how I like to end my year with a goodbye / round-up post … Tracey’s Oscar speech of sorts. Well here is this years offering …
[you can read last years post // HERE]
It’s slightly earlier than usual because there’s a rumour we may be going away. I say maybe because it’s the 20th December and nothing has been booked as yet ! Even by Michael’s standards that’s leaving it late.
Sheffield has recently had an influx of new cool places to hang out . We have always been a bit behind the rest of our neighbours Manchester and Leeds so it’s good to see us catching up. At last. Though saying that our Christmas market is seriously lacking !
Last week I, along with a few other lovely bloggers friends , were invited along to The Library Cafe and Restaurant to experience their weekly Jazz Night ‘Jazz on the Cliff’ which is held every Thursday evening.