Ladies Who Lunch

 


I met my friend Colin in Chester and we watched the cormorants on the Dee for an age, before the clouds blew over from Wales. 
We had lunch in the popular Marmalade Cafe and chatted like the two old queens we are.


Chester is only 30 minutes away from Trelawnyd driving slow, so it’s lovely to know I’ve got a city on my doorstep. 

Roger has got over his nerves with most things unknown now, but was scared by a thunderstorm last night so hid away with Mary at his side in his crate until things quietened down.



38 comments:

  1. Looks as though Mary's maternal instinct has kicked in.
    Don't know what you are eating in the photo but it looks delicious.

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  2. We had that storm last night, too. The lightning was very bright and spectacular. I'm glad Roger had Mary's comforting presence. Must look up the Marmalade cafe. With my Merseyrail travel pass, I can get to Chester for free, so maybe a day trip is on the cards. xx

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    1. Mary has never been fazed by storms . Dorothy more so…it was just new to Roger …they sat together for an hour

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  3. I'm so pleased that Roger has settled down, he could not have a nicer home than with you John. Briony
    x

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    1. He’s a gentleman just like William. He’s polite and has little of that puppy silliness that becomes so tiring .
      Having said that he plays , but only with Mary and recently with a non plussed Albert

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  4. I've sat on a beach for hours watching a cormarant standing on a rock in the sea x

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    1. They look so impressive drying their wings

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  5. How much mayonnaise? X

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  6. countrygal6:38 pm

    It is such a bonding experience to 'lunch' with a good friend, to express the joy, disappointment, even awful events that have occurred. It has been a bad week for me, muddled appointments with the vets; being menopausal I nearly kicked the parking machine when I couldn't find a space to go for a long awaited MRI scan but the 'parking angel' saved me; my car failed it's MOT but finally (thank you who is out there) for giving me a reliable mechanic who doesn't rip me off.
    On Friday, I will indeed 'lunch' with a good friend.

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    1. Friends, proper friends are great levellers

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    2. Anonymous5:19 am

      But it could easily be curtains for them if they say something too levelling and then its "you're out mate" .

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    3. Anonymous11:08 am

      A tad snarky Anonymous1

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    4. Anonymous10:23 am

      Posts are never in isolation. One follows on from another. He cannot be one thing on one post and then take on a different persona in the next. He is what he is and it is fact.

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  7. Proper friends... now I would like one or two of them. Lunch looks fab... as does Colin.

    Jo in Auckland

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  8. Good to have friends whom one can be one's true self with. And good to have a sort of sibling to lay beside in a storm.

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    1. Yes…. I know I’m lucky …..Roger can’t think that far x

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  9. Barbara Anne8:54 pm

    How nice to meet Colin and am glad you two live close enough to be able to enjoy lunch together. Yes, as Pat asked, what did you eat?
    Perhaps Roger needs a Thunder Jacket, but it's lovely he has Mary to care for him in the meantime.

    Hugs!

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  10. Mary has taken Roger under her wing. Your meet-up with Col sounds excellent. The lunches look delicious.

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  11. Sounds like a pleasant visit and looks like a delicious lunch! Glad Roger is enjoying his new family!

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  12. Colin's lunch looks more modest than your massive plateful. There's more to life than stuffing your face you know!

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    1. YP - I think it may be that John has a large telescope x

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    2. Frankie Howerd had one of those too Flis.

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  13. Anonymous12:27 am

    Lovely that Mary is helping Roger through the storm. We have a sedative type thing that goes on the gums of our little dogs during storms to calm them. Its very effective, I sometimes wish there was a human version for me.

    ceci

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  14. i want crayfish salad!

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  15. Good on Mary. SHe's a darling. Our Goldie was completely freaked out by thunder her whole life. She used to hide between Matt's legs, shaking, and followed him everywhere - including the toilet!!

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  16. Chester is very chic; the main street is a bit like walking down Bond Street. However, I once had a parking ticket there for parking for about two minutes outside the Dive Shop. I haven't been back since.

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  17. I never tire of seeing cormorants. I wouldn’t tire of that salad either.

    I wonder how different the conversation is when you chat like two old queens.

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  18. I love a long lunch with a great conversation

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  19. We have cormorants on our river too. They look so strange standing on stones, wings out spread, as the kayakers drift by. They are not at all fazed by us.

    I love that Mary comforted Roger, and I agree that long talk-y meals are the best.

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  20. Anonymous7:52 am

    ""Youre out mate"" comment from last time is so true. People round here think John is a angry little divorcee man who is never ever wrong and the real story is that people round here know to watch their backs around him as he has a nasty angry streak and is a two faced know all and it is best to stay away from him .

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    1. and who would those "people" be ? x

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  21. Glad you got to meet up with your friend and that Roger has a fellow canine support network in his new home!

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  22. For a minute, I thought Roger was your friend . . . I thought you were saying he had overcome his fear of appearing on the internet! Until you said he hid with Mary in the cage, and the penny dropped!

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