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Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Man-shakes


Psssst.. got invited to a secret Bloggers Brunch last weekend. Was sworn to secrecy about location until now. My +one Matchmaker extraordinaire chum came with. We arrived at about 1130 with hungry bellies after  both doing a moring run. We were ready for FOOD. Enter Soul Kitchen at The Wardrobe, Leeds. This is in the arty bit of town next to the West Yorkshire Playhouse and Northern Ballet if you want to get you bearings. I love The Wardrobe at the best of times, chilled, cool music, great atmosphere. Just what you want for a brunch venue, particularly if it was the morning after the night before. 
The menus were brought out with milkshake the likes I have never seen

The Man Shake was chocolate, peanut butter, BACON!, and vanilla ice cream. I immediately thought of cosmic girlie. We didn't try it as we were too intent on stuffing our faces so our attention turned to the menu.


I opted for Egg and bacon muffins while my friend went for the pancakes bacon and maple syrup. We also had huge glasses of juice or in my case a Bloody Shame - spicy fiery no vodka but delicious.
Take a peek at the pics below and let me know what you think. At £17.50 for 2 with unlimited coffee and unable to eat for the rest of the day I'd say this was good value. Kids are welcome. Live music in the background.  Make a brunch date make it at The Soul Kitchen The Wardrobe



Sunday, 20 April 2014

Favourite place




Taras theme this week is A favourite place. It took me about 5 seconds to think of where this could be


Its the home of the original egg rolling hill. The place for many family walks. The refreshing start to the New Year obligatory walk with friends. It's where the kids learnt to ride their bikes. Where the dog leaps effortlessly up 6' high walls. It's where I come to be close to mum. Its a marvelous view.
Sticky Fingers Photo Gallery

Saturday, 19 April 2014

The Fart Test

Love me, love my farts, and those of my family even the dog.  I know to some the act of farting is impolite, height of rudeness and not something to be rejoiced. Not in our family. They are a source of constant humour. For all ages. Septuagenarians down to winkies. Even the dog can do a comedy fart. Which is why it is important that a date, the current man friend, can celebrate all that is gaseous with the rest of us.

Hot date of  some time was anti fart. ( read this earlier blog  for my love of all things farty and his opposition) This meant no more of the morning salutation that sounded something to Colonel Hathi from the Jungle Book. It meant uncomfortable wriggling and jiggling to let one out, silently. I have to say that when that particular relationship was over there was a particular joyous moment when I did my first morning fart. Trumpety trump!

My family can recount tales of the best/worst fart moments from the annals ( geddit?) of time. My girlfriends laugh at the prospect of being an old woman letting slip. Or not so old. Toilet humour abounds with all that I know.  No more will I hide my farting like guilty secret when in fact it is a guilty pleasure. Although having come out of the unisex Everybody toilets at Everyman cinema last night having accidentally let slip to face a (handsome) man grinning ear to ear waiting to use said cubicle I felt a little blush rising in my cheeks.

So back to dating. Should I hold back and wait a little longer to flush out my dates stance on farting? Not least it should detect a good sense of humour. Which is why on date 3 I think I need to flush out his stance on farting. This could be a make or break (wind ) moment. made worse by the fact that we are probably going to go for a curry! And suddenly this song pops into my head.

I can feel it coming in the air tonight. Hold on!





Friday, 11 April 2014

Handcuffs

How cruel can you get?
She-ra posed me the following dilemma
If you had to choose between Inspector Montalbano versus The Bridge (Martin )I'd be handcuffed to any of them any day.

She then added Salamander hunk, Geradi,  into the mix. 
Argh!
It could only be one though. My first love, Salvo Montalbano. Italian, loved his food, lives by the sea,swam every day, and solved crime. Perfect. 
 


 
 

Monday, 7 April 2014

Teenage conversations

I have come from work late, again. The soon to be 18!!! year old She-ra is sat on the bottom step chewing the fat with me with a wet towel round her wet hair post shower.

We discuss the revision covered that day. The fact that she NEEDS, not wants, clothes shoes etc for her to wear on her birthday. The fact that she has hijacked my hair appointment.
She stands up " just shaking the wedgie out" Classy bird.

Meanwhile in the other corner the 19 year old He-man tells me that MUM in fact stands for
Mindreading
Useless
Men
He has eaten all the bacon in the house. He mainly resides at his girl friend's coming home to scour the cupboards for good stuff to eat, shit shower and shave. Oh and use the wifi

Bless