On a recent road trip I had a friendly discussion with my lovely husband and dear daughter mine about the colours of cars.
We decided that we didn’t like pink as a colour for a car, although we agreed that the white Citroen DS3 with pink roof was cool... for the right person!
Orange and brown didn’t work either for us however we did think that the bronze/amber Renault’s Captur was acceptable but only with the black trim and not their cream version.
Purple cars got the thumbs down from us which, was surprising as we all like the colour purple! We so wanted the purple Nissan Juke to look good but it didn’t!
Nearly all the shades of yellow didn’t quite hit the mark either but the gold yellow that we had seen on cars like the Mini and Hummer especially with black trims did pass muster.
The lime green of the Mazda 2 was agreed by us all to be a quirky colour for a car and we recognised that it was a popular buy about 5 years ago but we felt that it was now way past its sell by date and subsequent copies weren’t very pleasing either.
Dark green was a colour which split us into different generations. Dear daughter mine didn’t think dark green worked well as a car colour and couldn’t remember ever having seen one. However my lovely husband thought that the dark racing green of the classic MGB GT’s and Jaguar E Types, with cream leather interior were classy.
I had to agree with him.
As we reached our destination we realised that we had only discussed colours that we didn’t like to see on cars and agreed that maybe on another journey we could discuss those that we did like.
Maybe on your next car journey you could have a similar discussion; you might be surprised with what you come up with!
Thought for the day: The car colour we drive says a lot about us!
My lovely husband applied for free BBC tickets for the taping of a new show at the Quays, Media City. The tickets came and we arrived in plenty of time for the show.
We joined the humungous queue, which tripled its length behind us. We waited in line for over an hour and then some assistants came round with a people counter. Click! Click!
When they had reached the, unknown to us, magical number, they asked the people behind us to leave. This must have been over fifty people! We were about four couples in front of the cut off end of the line and we waited another half hour. The line shuffled slowly towards the entrance to the theatre. We could see the entrance about twenty metres away. Hurray, our goal was in sight!
Our long wait, standing in a line for over two hours was at an end when suddenly disappointment and anger reared their ugly heads! We were informed that there was no room left in the theatre and if we chose to, we could watch the taping of the programme on a TV screen in foyer; if we liked! Needless to say; we didn’t!
Now this tale begs the questions: Why do they issue so may free tickets? Rationally I can understand that the makers of the show need to guarantee that the theatre will be full for the show but to issue so many unnecessary tickets was absurd.
We only live ten minutes away from the venue but after listening to conversations in the line, some had travelled quite a distance. So although I can see this side of the argument, I still feel quite cross about being misled and let down.
I know that nothing I say here will make any difference to the method of ticket allocation and yes I know that there is a disclaimer on the letter that you receive that states quite categorically that admission is not guaranteed but still disappointment does factor in here and maybe people will stop and think before trying for tickets.
I didn’t want to end on a sour note so I’ll finish by saying that my lovely husband and dear daughter mine did manage to get in to see John Bishop record one of his TV programmes and we were delighted with our seats, the show and the fact that he entertained us for over two hours due to a technical hitch. A memorable night out!
Thought for the day: And sure enough even waiting will end... if you can wait long enough!
I recently read a snippet in a paper where people were asked what their sweetest moment was. Suggestions were varied with the top two being;
Asked if you had lost weight
Lying in a freshly made bed
So I thought that I would think of my top ten sweetest moments.
1. Taking my bra off at night. Oh what a relief!
2. First decent cup of tea after a holiday break. Bliss!
3. The smell of bacon cooking. Home sweet home!
4. Slowly immersing myself into a HOT, HOT bath! Mmmm!
5. A story with a happy ending. Aw!
6. The unique baby smell of babies! Delightful!
7. The relief from scratching an itch or an insect bite! Yeh!
8. The feeling of satisfaction when I’ve written a piece of writing that I’m happy with! Hooray!
9. Taking off a pair of heels after wearing them for a long time. Sheer heaven!
10. Going to the toilet after constipation! Too much sharing? I know! You may be right. LOL
What are your sweetest moments?
Thought for the day: A good life is a collection of happy moments.
I seem to have brought back the hot sunny weather from my Majorcan holiday. Long may it last!
I visited the Quays this afternoon for a walk in the sunshine and was pleasantly surprised by all the activities that were going on.
First there was a graduation event from Salford University with students celebrating their academic success with their families. It was busy and lovely and a perfect day for that perfect picture. Photo opportunities arose everywhere and the sound of happy laughter filled the air.
It reminded me of dear daughter mine’s graduation only two years ago. That was a sunny day as well and Durham Cathedral was an excellent pace for the ceremony. We had photos as well and a celebrated her Master’s with a meal out by the river. I was so very proud of her (and still am!!)
With dear daughter mine and my lovely husband we walked over to the water sports centre and sat in the pub grounds watching three people water skiing. It seemed a fun activity but what really caught our eyes was a young woman on a paddle board out in the middle of the water practising yoga.
It was beautiful to watch; so graceful and elegant. Yoga is difficult on dry land but the balance that she needed and succeeded in was doubly hard on a water board!! A very impressive workout!
As we sat there with the sun setting other groups of people came out to enjoy the sunshine. The pub filled up with bare - chested young men mixing with suited office workers. A group of girls paddled around the canals in canoes and as always there was the group of young men jumping in the canal basin although this year they made it more interesting by tying a blue rope across the canal and tight rope walked as far as they could before falling into the cold, take- your-breath away water.
We finished up having fish and chips at the Lowry centre before returning home.
It was a nice way to end our holiday break.
Tomorrow the ironing starts!! LOL
Thought for the day: Embrace the day and smile.
Has this ever happened to you? I’m sure that someone out there must have done the same thing as me and my family did just recently.
This is what happened.
My Lovely Husband, Dear Daughter Mine and myself had a meal at a fish and chip restaurant. Once the meal arrived we began to eat and this is part of the conversation that we had during the meal.
My Lovely Husband: Not keen on the batter. It’s a bit too crispy for me.
Dear Daughter Mine: I know what you mean. Mine could have had more fish inside it.
Me: We should have asked for it to be lightly battered. We always say we’ll do that but never do.
My Lovely Husband: The chips are crispy too.
Dear Daughter Mine: I like them soggy and greasier like the ones we have from the local chippy.
Me: I like them to stick to the grease proof paper, where you have to pull them off.
My Lovely Husband: These mushy peas aren’t really mushy at all.
Me: And the colour is too green!
My Lovely Husband: Yeah!
As we finished eating a waiter came to take away our EMPTY plates! He asked us if everything was alright with the meal.
We all looked at him and smiled, “Fine we said together; very nice thank you!”
As he walked away we looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh!
Thought for the day: It doesn’t matter if the glass is half empty or half full just be grateful that you have a glass at all and that there is something in it...