The Sackler Crossing, dinosaurs,The Electric and Nu!

Met Nu in London Thursday night, and had a few wines at a wine bar on the canal near the Hospital she works at St Mary's. Lovely to catch up, and as Chris would say , had a good gossip and "emotional Jacuzzi". She's had a hard time over the last year or so, what with family ill health and the like, but she attacks life with a gusto that if bottled could run Battersea power station!



Friday Night after a wander in Notting Hill, Nu took me to to the "Electric Cinema". We have been meaning to go for ages but just didn't get round to it!! The cinema is a cross between arthouse and mainstream and all the seats are leather armchairs, complete with footstools,and tables ( with winebuckets!!) Nu is having a quick bounce on one of the two beds in the cinema!!
Lovely time, pity we had to sit through Miami Vice...2/10

Saw the Dinosaur Exhibition at the Natural History Museum which was lovely! However I did forget that it was the childrens holidays! and my idea of fun was not standing nose to nipple with the familys of London with a toddler next to me shouting "dinosaur!!!dinosaur!!!! dinosaur!!!!dinosaur!!!dinosaur!!!!! dinosaur!!!! etc etc etc



Saturday morning we went to Kew Gardens, a favourite place to visit when I am over. It was a glorious day and I was thrilled to see the lake refilled since my last visit and the New Sackler Crossing built. Its a lovely bridge made up of hundreds of uprights of copper, and although "new" in appearance , fits in perfectly.
We spent a few hours having a good wander and loved reading the memorials on the hundreds of benches dotted around. Nu, wants at least three benches when she dies, one at Kew, one at the Beach at Crosby and one at St Mary's. Mine will be in Central Park!

The nicest memorial we agreed is the following

"If Tears could be a highway,
Or memories a lane
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again"

.........beat that!

Hummmmmm....!

am on night shift at the present moment and things for a change are quiet on Intensive care. Spoke to Kathryn today who mentioned that my blog spelling was awful! I am truly ashamed! Spelling is not my strong point, as I type as I speak. When I read wonderfully composed blogs such as those penned by the likes of Nigel, I realize that my effort looks rather teenage. But hey ho! I guess I prefer the more "relaxed" type of blog! or am I just lazy?

Looking forward in seeing Nuala on Thursday in London. Just a quick visit but we hope to have a few wines, big girly chats AND a trip to the dinosaur exhibition at the Natural History museum!!
let it never be said that I don't live life in the fast lane....... Next week I am planning to sort out the back garden, be all macho and design and sort out a path and a few tons of top soil. Robina and Sarah can then be moved from the front lawn, which is now deceidedly moth eaten, and at least allow me a proper front garden again!

The ARCHERS

Well I have been an Archers fan for several years and listen every evening if I can......certainly I try to listen uninterupted on a Sunday morning.

I love the history and normality of it all ( and tend not to participate in storylines like the Ed, Will, and Emma triangle)........some of the fun is recognizing storylines months before they actually arrive ( ie. Usha & The Rev) and (Ruth and Sam's unrequited love!!!)

My favourite characters are Jill ( a voice like chocolate),Clarrie ( you can't put a good farmer's wife down),Phil (In our day we did..................), Brian ( sooo bad tempered)and Nigel (twit) , but my all time favourite is that fag hag, with a laugh that can cut bread, Lilian!!!

It took a while to work out Caroline, from Janet ( the previous vicar),and from Shula, but got there in the end................

Characters which I dont like are Kirsty ( b o r i n g), Tom Archer ( whining git--sorry Nigel), Kate Aldridge (brat) and Elizabeth ( I could smack the pompous cow).

The writing can be transparant at times but little gems of brilliant and often moving scenes shine through ( when Phil Archer breaks down with a sick Elizabeth). It is the only soap I enjoy

AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION?

Hummm , I guess you are wondering what this pile of old tripe is all about? Well I have realised that I am getting a tad obsessional about keeping the cottage tidy. It is a bone of contension between Chris and I as he subscribes to a somewhat more relaxed attitude about how the house is run and kept. That is all well and good, but it is me that does all the housekeeping!......... ok ok, I WANT to do it, ( probably a control freak thing), and to be honest I am at home more than he is , so I see the clutter and dirt more than he does, as well as the fact he commutes for at least a few hours a day, so I have the opportunity to actually do it.....even then I would appreciate that he actually tidies up after himself a little more, well at least puts things away!. I have got to the stage where I am wanting to do all the cooking as in good bloke style, he will use every plate, pan and utensil in the kitchen and leave it unwashed in a pile to be attacked my me later on in the evening!

Ok , I am obsesional, ( we have all seen the three jugs under the dresser in the top picture!!) and I am the only one stressed with all this. But living in a small cottage with three dogs (even gay owned dogs are mucky!) an elderly cat and a somewhat relaxed partner, means that someone has to keep on top of the battle with the dirt ( my god I do sound like Joan Crawford!!)
and I guess I have to realise I have to put up and shut up.........hummm I little help here though would be apprecited.