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It was the week before Christmas….

Rocket and I do not get much ‘us’ time over the Christmas period, not a complaint but a statement of fact.

This year our nephew, Scouse, was to be married to the delightful Miss Brody right before Christmas (meaning things were even more hectic than usual)  still we managed to create one evening in all the madness of Christmas and weddings to have a meal together. Continue reading Lobsterissamas

Congratulations Deeps & Queenie and Happy Birthday Rocket!

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We’ve had a hectic few weeks for a range of reasons, and some serious celebrating for the family wedding of our nephew deeps and his delightful new wife Queenie. Along with Rocket’s special birthday and a manic work schedule we have had little time to stand and stare.

Before heading off in a different direction, let me tell you about a few things that have happened.

The first thing was a Jools Holland concert, featuring Marc Almond, Nell Bryden and Ruby Turner to name a just a  few  where myself and a group of our friends revealed to Rocket that we are taking him to Marrakesh in October…. Great excitement.

The group had also very generously bought Rocket his heart’s desire in the form of sous vide, so brace yourselves for some slooooow cooking. All in all he was a very lucky boy  with some absolutely fantastic and generous gifts,  he thanked all concerned with a BBQ at ours on Saturday.

We are now on the countdown to our trip to France, and really can’t wait – my contract at the local authority ends soon so goodness knows what the future holds – I have a small possibility of a teeny tiny deli but more about that next week as I dare not hope- one thing is for sure, some browsing of produce markets and lazy lunches in the Pyrenees are just what we need.

When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you

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When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, hey, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door…

So the deed is done, the families have gathered and joined for better or for worse – better, we know. Continue reading When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you