Saturday Serendipity...

Well, my bloggy loves - thank you for sticking with me through a week of Fhantasy Fhina!

Yesterday, I met my friend in said Fallen Angel restaurant, which was lovely. She hadn't booked us a table - Hadn't thought we needed to, so close to Chrimbo... Both of us had parking nightmares in the city that is Durham. Copious students were crushed underfoot like roast chestnuts...

I sneaked us in to the hotel's restaurant after the fabulous Maitresse d' spoke to me while I was desperately seeking my friend Karen, and we uncovered that a booking they had noted down for 6 people, had rudely not turned up...

Why do people do that? So close to the festive season, when tables are at a premium?

Sooo, my pal and I ate and gossiped and chatted and caught up, and exchanged last year's and this year's Christmas and Birthday gifts for ourselves and our childer, until the restaurant was quite empty of folk... Some desserts were imbibed and at least two coffees.

And it took my hubby over three hours to pick me up, on a journey that ought to have taken no more than one hour... It was a true Sherlock Holmes pea-souper here in the north east... And traffic slowed to the pace of several love-sick snails...



And there were bumpity-bump traffic accidents all the way... And the Police were out in Force...



No, not that lot, seriously!

Although I did have a serious crush on Andy Summers when I were a lass... Siiiiiiiiiiigghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That was until he posed semi-nude for a magazine pic with just a pineapple covering his modesty... I've never recovered!

And so we're home now. Sequestered chez Fhina, with my hubby, Grizz and his girlfriend, Lees...

We're all braving the traffic tomorrow (allegedly) to get to the city to celebrate my Monday birthday proper-like... I told you I'm trying to make up for last year's disastrous, discectomy-dire, times...

We might never leave the house at this rate!



And still, all is just fine with the world.

Tickety-boo, in fact... Thank you for all of your lovely well-wishes - I am so grateful and shall be lighting candles for y'all this Christmas!

Be good, mes bloggy dahlinks...

Be well, be blessed. Take care, mes sweeties this weekend!

Fhina is watching after all.

Tread Softly Angels...for you tread upon our dreams...

"Sometimes...
The most beautiful things,
The most innocent things,
And many of those dreams,
Pass us by.
Keep passing us by... Keep passing me by...



"...So I close my eyes softly,
'Til I become that part of the wind.
That we all long for sometimes...

...And to those that I love.
Like a ghost through a fog,
Like a charmed hour,
And a haunted song...
And the angel of my dreams..."


Another song - It's been a musically-mad Fhina-week this one, mes bloggy clarinets, n'est-ce pas?

Perhaps I needed music to brighten this week, mes sweet dahlinks...

Perhaps I'm on a (rock and) roll as, restored to the world of mobility, I am ordering concert tix all over the planet, as I've missed live music for soooo long...

Perhaps I just need to get out of the house more, as I was indoors cabin crew for so long before my surgery...

"Like some duty-free with that, Modom?"

"...And, no, I've never fitted properly into this pencil skirted trolley-dolly uniform!"

"What do you mean, I should be fitted with a sign that reads...

'Caution Wide Load'...?"



...May the angels bless the surgeons and nursing staff who help restore us to health, and may the angels watch over all of you this weekend, my bloggy friends...

...And you can always whisper in Fhina's large, but perfectly formed, shell-like the answer to this question...

"Who would be 'the angel of your dreams?' Who inspires you to be beautiful-you?"

I won't tell anyone... My lips are sealed...

That's another song of course, "Now, Fhina! Step back from the music-madness... Nobody's interested, really..."

MWAH, mes bloggy genii...xxx