It was a nice weekend.
On Friday night, I picked The Beloved Daughter and Husband Designate up from the station. We sampled Bradfield Brewery beers and watched "Gogglebox" on the gogglebox. I had visited Bradfield Brewery on Thursday, thinking ahead about wedding beer for August.
On Friday night, I picked The Beloved Daughter and Husband Designate up from the station. We sampled Bradfield Brewery beers and watched "Gogglebox" on the gogglebox. I had visited Bradfield Brewery on Thursday, thinking ahead about wedding beer for August.
On Saturday, Shirley and Frances attended a flower arranging class - again with the wedding in mind. Stew was seeing his best man and Clint was speeding me over to Hull to watch The Tigers play Queens Park Rangers.
I met up with my old friend Tony and we enjoyed pre-match breakfasts in the little Polish cafe we discovered a couple of years ago. By halftime we were up by two goals to nil but in the second half QPR came back to score two of their own. It felt like a defeat.
Clint took me back home and soon afterwards he transported us all to the "Shapla" Indian restaurant in the city centre. We were all hungry and enjoyed a damned good meal before heading back to our local pub for beer and wine.
On Sunday morning, in spite of Clint's protests, I let Shirley drive him over to Tideswell where the wedding of the year will happen. Frances and Stew needed to attend the morning service as part of their qualification to be married in Tideswell Church. Being an irreligious devil worshipper, I stayed at home wallowing in my sins.
At midday I put a nice basted loin pork joint in the oven and got on with Sunday dinner preparations. Along with the tender pork there were roasted potatoes, roasted carrots, chopped leeks tossed in butter, garden peas, Yorkshire puddings, apple sauce and a tasty gravy made from meat juices and vegetable water.
It all came together nicely and better still the churchgoers loved it. I took The Beloved Daughter and The Husband Designate back to the station for the four o'clock train to London and six hours later I moseyed on down to the pub again for a couple of pints with Bert and Steve. Fortunately, the St Patrick's Day shenanigans had ceased by that time. I still find it strange that we "celebrate" St Patrick's Day in English pubs. I would much prefer to celebrate Yorkshire Day on August 1st or St George's Day on April 23rd.
Anyway, that was my weekend. It was a nice one and now, on Monday morning, I am sitting waiting for an electrician who should have been here an hour ago. He has probably forgotten. When he asks for his money I may have to calculate a 20% deduction. In my dreams.
That does sound like a nice weekend! Your Sunday dinner must have been delicious. It would be wonderful to have someone to cook nice meals for me occasionally. (Gregg can't cook at all). As far as St. Patrick's day goes, did you know that yesterday was also St. Gertrude ' s day? Apparently she's the patron saint of cats.
ReplyDeleteNope. I did not know that and I imagined that Gregg would be pretty good at cooking fish.
DeleteThat sounds like a full weekend to me, with a lot of things revolving around the wedding in August. Your Sunday dinner's description is mouth-watering - good job I am about to head out to buy something for my own lunch break! I am working from home today and have just booked our tickets for the Transpennine Express on Thursday, carrying us from Manchester Airport to Leeds. From there, a local train will take us to Harrogate and there we will board the 36 bus.
ReplyDeleteHooray for the internet that allows us to buy tickets and look up train and bus time tables no matter where we are!
I wonder if your train will deserve the title "Express"? Doubt it somehow. Meantime it's calm in Yorkshire today and the BBC says that next weekend will be quite nice up in Ripon with some sunshine. I hope you have a lovely break.
DeleteI wish my other half could cook like you! If I am ill and have to stay in bed all he can manage is cheese on toast.
ReplyDeleteCooking good food is not rocket science...it's err...domestic science!
DeleteI'm salivating reading about the roast dinner. Glad you had a schoenes Wochenende!
ReplyDeleteIf you are salivating you will need a flannel to wipe away the drool ADDY.
DeleteA tie is better than a loss, n'est-ce pas?
ReplyDeleteTo use Hillary Clinton's words, you may be deplorable but you are definitely not irredeemable.
Hillary Clinton will go down in history as the best president America never had.
DeleteI love that you're an irreligious devil worshipper.
ReplyDeleteYou should see my outfit - complete with bones and tufts of animal fur. Good job Maurice doesn't live round here.
DeleteMaggie and August would be so happy if you robbed Maurice of her teeth and claws to make a pagan necklace.
DeleteWhat a nice family weekend! That special wedding of the year will be here before you know it but it sounds like Frances and Stew will be well prepared for it. St. Patrick's Day is a day for parades and big celebrations here in the US. Chicago even turns the water in a river green for the day. I imagine, like many other occasions, it is more of a money making excuse for businesses.
ReplyDeleteOver here Guinness have done a lot to popularise St Patrick's Day - and sell more Guinness!
DeleteI'm glad you had a nice wochenende but I'm surprised you had Yorkshire Pudding with roast pork, I thought it was only served with beef.
ReplyDeleteNo-no-no my dear Lincs yellowbelly, Yorkshire puddings can be happily served with any roast meat - apart from roast badger.
DeleteThe roast sounds better than any meal I've ever cooked, I take my hat off to you for that.
ReplyDeleteThe whole weekend sounds lovely
Not all weekends are like that, that's for sure.
DeleteWhat?! You didn't cook something vegan out of Bosh? What would Ian say? :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun weekend, the QPR comeback notwithstanding.
Ian would not mind. He knows I am rather like Fred Flintstone.
DeleteWhat a great Sunday dinner!
ReplyDeleteI made enough for you Red - but you didn't show up!
DeleteThere sure was a lot of eating going on during your weekend, Yorkie. With some liquid refreshments to help settle it down.
ReplyDeleteWhy shouldn't St. Paddy's Day be celebrated in English pubs? Patrick was, after all, a Roman-Pommie Christian missionary who eventually became a bishop spreading the "good" word in Ireland.
If I was in Ireland, I would happily celebrate St Patrick's Day but this isn't Ireland.
DeleteLucky Shirley, having such a good cook to make dinners for her!
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