Trendsetter, moi?

A flying visit to the UK last weekend for some much needed family catch-up time was lovely. It literally was a flying visit as we got the plane (those drugs are still coming in handy see previous blogs). A bargain fare with Ryanair was too good to ignore. 

We also hired a car to get us to Suffolk, London and Oxford. The hire company tried to persuade us to upgrade the car we’d ordered, we had typically chosen the cheapest vehicle to save money but also we didn’t need that Qashqai we were being offered, only for the company to give us a free upgrade anyway. My advice stick to your choice they often don’t have the cheapest vehicles as they are the most popular choice so you’ll be quids in.

A visit to London is always an opportunity to visit Pappagones Italian restaurant, the best Italian restaurant outside of Italy I think, always good quality food. A slight mistake to visit on a Friday night though, it was understandably busy to the point of being overwhelming which unfortunately took the edge off the experience. My advice of visiting this fab place is to choose wisely so you’ve got room for their amazing Banoffee pie. (Lots of advice in this blog you lucky lot).

Oxford was beautiful as ever, I never tire of seeing the colleges and yes it’s busy but worth it, especially when you’ve got great company. It was definitely a day of fun and giggles and more importantly time with my daughter.

An early start on Sunday as we headed back to Stansted airport and the flight home. Doom laden Facebook posts telling of 100km winds in our area sent my anxiety levels sky-high. I duly took my calming tablets but they seemed to be taking their time to work. Fortunately and another piece of advice; don’t believe Facebook posts, it was a calm flight with no turbulence and definitely no gales to greet us on our landing in Perpignan.

Anyway the real point of this blog was really about picking up a Sunday newspaper on our way home, we haven’t read the Sunday Times for nearly 3 years and yes I know we shouldn’t be lining Murdochs overflowing wallet any further or reading such biased papers but we did. I finally got to read Style this morning. It was always my go to section of the paper so I was looking forward to browsing the pages, but yes you’ve guessed it, what a load of tosh. With fashions that no one in their right mind would wear, to a ridiculous article claiming you should adjust your beauty regime to match your menstrual cycle (seriously WTF) and a suggestion to part your eyebrows (yes you’ve read that correctly) so you can make them look like a feather (easier to stick a feather above each eye if you really want to look a fool). But there was one tiny snippet that shows I’m still ahead of the game, palm painting, this is where the hairdresser freestyles putting the highlights in your hair with his/her hands and my lovely French hairdressers have been doing that to me for the past couple of years. So I’m still trend setting from the sunny slopes of the Pyrenees Orientale.

Like or loathe

I started my last blog stating that I don’t like fairground rides so I thought I would give you a few more insights into what I like and don’t like.

I have actually been on fairground rides a few times, reluctantly. Once I went on a water-ride at Chessington with my children and my brother in law. My brother in law used to be in the merchant navy was sitting in front of me on the ride and when we got off he told me he had never heard language like it. So I suppose that neatly shows how much I hate them.

I don’t like flying. I know it is stupid and all the facts about accidents have been told to me numerous times over but I still hate it. Turbulance is the biggest problem and I do not think I hav ever flown without experiencing it even briefly. Once on a flight back with my husband we hit a thunderstorm and as the plane was thrown around the skies, I gripped his hands so tight and was thinking we were going to die when he said ‘When your time is up, it’s up’. Surprisingly we are still married.

I hate coffee. I cannot stand the smell so much that I have never been tempted to taste it. Apparently it is unusual for people to not like the smell even if they don’t like the taste. I like to think I am unique.

I love tea. Life would be very grim without starting the day with a fine cuppa and then drinking copious cups throughout the day. My husband drinks more cups each day then I do and after weekends at home I have to ‘come down’ from the tea buzz and wean myself back onto more normal amounts.

I like walking in windy weather. Not wet, windy weather just bright breezy days, when the air rushing past you lifts your spirits and takes your breath away. It is envigorating.

I like peace and quiet. I come from a big family and growing up there wasn’t that much peace and quiet, so I used to take myself off for long bike rides around the country lanes of Suffolk just to be on my own for a while. I still love the moments when I am first person up in the morning and I can sit or mooch about on my own thinking my thoughts and taking my time doing the things I need to do.

I hate racism. People who have an intolerance to others just because of where they were born, or the colour of their skin makes me very angry. They are people, no more no less and we all deserve to be treated as the equals we are.

I love music, most music but especially live music. There is nothing quite like the buzz of watching and listening to people expressing their talents in music. I have even enjoyed gigs where the music being played is way outside my likes.

I love architecture, all sorts. There is a real beauty in buildings. Sometimes it can be where the building is that makes it special. I always look up when walking around as you can miss so much beauty if you don’t do that. London is a prime example of that, you can walk down Regent Street for example and just see lots of shop windows and people but if you look up. Wow there are some really stunning buildings above those mass of shops.

So there you go a few of things that make me happy, or not.