I had a wonderful evening with sweet, sweet girl-friends.
I might even find meself auditioning for the meaty part of Edna Turnblad in the future, given how hard I found it to squeeze into the, oh-so-bijou, seats in the Upper Circle...
How the bar at the Sunderland Empire can charge £19 for pre- and interval drinky-poos, (two glasses of wine and two G and Ts), was beyond us.
Me? I was on the half pint of lime and sodas, (that's cordial for my American friends, tres refreshing!), nursing a humdinger of a bug that's been in my system since Sunday...
Rotten awful virussusses...
I think I also forgot to tell you already that ,with my rapidly growing Pot-Leek-A-di-Mundis, I found myself picking up 9th Prize in our local's Leek Show last Saturday...
When I arrived to 'present' my three leeks (selected from the soil by dint of their pallor, versimilitude and sheer looky-likeyness), I was astounded to see countless giant leeks lying, ready for display, at the back of the Leek Shed... I thought I was doomed to failure.
Of that, there was no doubt.
Imagine my surprise, dear Reader, when I found I had scooped 9th position, (my lucky number is 9), and a gent's razor as a prize. (I think I can exchange that for a cash prizelette... I do hope so, or else I'm not sure how I'll look with a beard?)
Soooo, I was far from green with leek-envy last weekend, and I paid my subs once more for next year's entry.
I'm obviously hooked!
Roll on next year's competition. Ooh the excitements of Life In The Country!
This weekend I shall be mostly getting Grizz ready for the off to his move to his Uni digs on Saturday.
Wish me well, (in more ways than one!)
My best to you all.
More laters, after I have dried my tears about this rapidly emptying nest, and eaten this big bowl of leek and potato soup!
Prize Leeks picture courtesy of Google Images, culled via The Jim and Val in England blog. Merci mille! Yes, I am still crap at taking and uploading my own pictures. Sue me!