Now Gilbert O'Sullivan - well that's a different matter. I like his songs and "We Will" is one of my very favourites.
But back to G and S. Our friend was telling us of the days she appeared in the Pirates of Penzance and I happened to mention that I really can't stand G and S.
"I've always looked upon you as a fun person," she said as if you can only be fun if you like G and S. Perhaps I'm the exception to the rule- a fun person that doesn't like Gilbert and Sullivan.
I didn't feel much like a fun person at one point on Saturday. Close to Chapel Field Mall (sorry Chantry Place) they were handing out samples from Wagamama. Never one to miss a free taste - if you time things right at some country shows you can pretty much get a full meal by tasting samples - I grabbed one.
Wagamama were giving out extensive samples of what looked like chicken in a dark sauce. I don't really like chicken but if it's in a free sample I'm prepared to shut my eyes and think of England so to speak.
Problem was this wasn't chicken. It was cauliflower. Cauliflower and sprouts are two of the things I intend banning when I take on world domination. I can't stand either.
This Wagamama cauliflower was in a very spicy sauce that burnt the back of your throat. I thought it was horrible and I had to throw most of it away. It certainly didn't make me want to eat there, in fact absolutely the opposite.
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"So what did you do on Monday in North Norfolk," I hear you ask?
Got up to make the early morning tea to find two muntjac deers just outside our window. One was happily munching away whilst the other seemed to be standing guard. What a life when your only functions are to eat and stay alive. Actually that sounds a bit like me.
I'm sure Muntjacs have other functions like producing other Muntjacs and writing deer symphonies but mainly they just roam around and run at the slightest noise. I tried not to disturb them as I made the tea. Good job modern kettles (are they still called kettles?) don't whistle. They steam a lot but turn off automatically. Do you remember kettles that whistled to indicate the water had boiled? They were noisy and if you had disappeared to do other things like write a novel, they just kept whistling.
Noises in the night. Now there's a subject. Being woken up by driving rain or heavy winds rattling things that shouldn't be rattled. Worst of all is the continual banging of the bathroom door as was pointed out quite forcibly to me by the other four fifths a few nights ago.
"If we have the bathroom window open you either have to leave the door wide open or shut it or it will bang," she said and in doing so pretty much pointed out the obvious. I thanked her for her observations.
And when you don't do those things you wake up to hear it continually banging. Now how do you stop this? Well you get out of bed and close the offending door. That would only take a few seconds (I must point out here that we don't have an en suite at home as the house is too old and we've never had the luxury of sorting it out). But it's the middle of the night and it's cold out there and I just want to get back to sleep, although that's not possible because the bloody door keeps banging. So a dilemma. A few nights ago the other four fifths was the last to use the bathroom and left the door wide open. I woke up at 3 am to the sound of a constantly banging door. So much for her theory. I suspect she will claim that on that day it was the wrong kind of wind.
I do get up and I make sure I close the door with a considerable bang and lots of mutterings to make a point to the other four fifths but fortunately for her and unfortunately for me, she's already gone back to sleep and my protestations fall on deaf ears.
At this point you are realising just what an exciting life we lead. If you think that this is all trivial drivel, just wait until the autobiography comes out. That will be piffle spread over hundreds of pages.
I am currently spending my evenings trying to catch up with writing projects and first up is to finish off my friend Laurie Brettingham's life story. That means converting the interview I taped with him a few weeks ago into some semblance of written order. I have started on this but still have some way to go and I've promised that I will have it completed in a week or so and I'm someone who likes to keep their promises.
But back to our day in North Norfolk. I do tend to get sidetracked in these blogs.
I hope you like the photographs taken over the last couple of days. On Sunday it was just about warm enough to sit on Weybourne Beach for a short while after lunching in Ally's bistro, somewhere we always go as the bean salad is very nice.
Woke up on Monday to brightish sunshine.
"So much for the weather forecast predicting rain. It's quite a nice day out there," I said.
Twenty minutes later it was hammering down.
So we shelved ideas about getting the Coasthopper bus to Wells and instead took the car to Cromer and Sheringham. I had another book to drop off in Cromer whilst the rain lashed down and the winds howled. Then onto Sheringham where the rain lashed down and the winds howled.
Message to the weather Gods. March, April and May are the months of Spring. So far this Spring we've had about three days of nice warm weather and the rest has been miserable and wet.
I took some very very quick photos and then escaped to the dry of the car just as the rain started again. If it hadn't been for a lady in the wool shop it would have been a miserable trip. She was beyond enthusiastic about wool and even apologised when we bought some because she was worried that she had pressurised us into buying it which she hadn't.
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Another revelation on the Katie Piper show. This time they were discussing how many pairs of underwear you need to last a week and the conclusion was one pair (they didn't stipulate one pair of what) for each day and two pairs spare for what they described as "any accidents." So that's nine pairs of whatever for the week. Not sure what happens if you have three accidents in a week or what you do with the two spare pairs of underwear if you don't have any accidents. I presume you hold them over to the next week meaning that you only have to find another seven pairs rather than nine. Not sure where washing comes in as they didn't stipulate or allow time for that.
So enjoy the photos from the last couple of days whilst remembering they were taken very quickly.