Thursday 30 June 2011

Meal out

The shop went surprisingly well. Maybe the quiet morning helped. It wasn't entirely quiet as I took advantage of the time to tidy up the front garden & plant out some coriander. So much for doing nothing, but still it's something I've been going to do for days but just not found the time, or the energy, to do.

When we got back we were surprised by how fresh we still felt. Suddenly eating out had more appeal. We could maybe go somewhere different, rather than the nearest place, good as it is.

But first I showed the Fox some of the new appearances in the garden. The hydrangea is coming into flower, pink this year despite being planted blue. Then I went on to the pinks that seem to be doing particularly well this year. I noticed a frog on the soil nearby. I bent down to point it out to the Fox, when another one jumped out of the pinks. The Fox hasn't seen any yet this year & was getting a bit anxious about them. Seeing two so easily has reassured him that venturing further into the garden he would soon discover the place was hopping all over. Certainly Al, our gardener, regularly complains that mowing the lawn is a dangerous occupation when he's trying to avoid mowing frogs too. There are just so many of them!

So we set off for the meal. We decide we'll try the new Indian or the pub next door which has recently changed management &, with that, resultant improvements in food standards according to reports. Both are on the way into Lancaster. However, we end up in such a long (rush hour) traffic jam just getting round the roundabout onto the Lancaster road, we change our minds & head across country to Ricky's Cantonese restaurant. There we are welcomed like long lost friends & also have a wonderful meal (as usual). We haven't been since the Fox's stroke so we had plenty of news to catch up on. It became a special evening, not just the necessity I expected when I wrote yesterday. 

Once home we watched a little tennis before opening a bottle of New Zealand sauvignon to the background of some Dusty Springfield. Altogether a good evening.

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