Nourishment in York

We went to York for a few days last Friday. As we've been living on stress, sandwiches and takeaways, we needed sustenance, both physical and emotional. Away to the Hay's we went. Aah the lovely journey away from London and up to York. The prospect of seeing Donna, Ken and Harriet and gaining sustenance was exciting and only two hours away. It is so relaxing being with them, and we did all my favourite things, chatting, laughing, eating, drinking, wandering about in lovely interesting places and playing a game or two. Some nourishment was had on Friday when we went to Nando's which is quite glam in York, but the ultimate provision of a balance of the food groups was on Saturday night when we had roast chicken and everything, including pudding. Amongst all the feasting, we went on a ghost walk, visited the Jorvic museum (again!), went on the York Eye, walked around the roman and medieval walls and generally drank loads of coffee and loafed around. Very relaxing. Can't wait for the next visit.

sockies at Donna's

The first day of the holidays we spent, as always, with Donna, Ken and Harriet. It was excellent as always. A constant round of eating, drinking and falling about laughing. For some reason, we talked about the pain of odd socks, and how to avoid them occurring, or we could've been discussing the Lakeland catalogue...whatever. I had to show them the miraculous creation that is the sockie, a little piece of plastic that looks like pince-nez which takes your pair of socks undivided from the washing basket to washing line, and home to the drawer again. Donna, ably assited by Harriet and her boyfriend Tom, cooked a nutritionally balanced meal of chicken fajitas, with plenty of veg. We added various other sayings to the understated praisings. Perfectly accetable, and adequate, made it to the collection. Phil has been ordered to complete his Billy Bunter/Biggles musical within the month-10th Sept, and e-mail it to Donna; quite right too, and we all tried to work out what superpower we would have, in readiness for Harriet's 18th in February. We got as far as Phil; he would be Sensitivo. We established this a bit earlier when we'd been discussing the series Heroes. No-one else could think of a superpower. Harriet's celebrations may now involve a night at the bingo, with us all dressed as fictional or real Londoners, maybe pearly kings and queens.
Later we got the fiddles and guitars out and Donna and I relived our teens by playing 'Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley'; Jake Ken and Donna playing a mean guitar. The tv didn't go on once, we realised later, aren't we good.