A QUIET SATURDAY CHILLING OUT OTHER THEN...

Greetings readers word-wide, I'm always so delighted that you've opted to spend a few moments of your precious time with me to see what has been happening with myself and Mandy and of course PMP here in the heart of rural Cheshire albeit a cock stride from the M6 motorway. We had quite a few DVD orders to process, Mandy had a good nights sleep which was an exception to the rule and I left her sleeping on and got all the DVDs ready for the post and then took up tea. We had a few errands to run, we picked up an ordnance survey map covering High Peak which I'll need for the summer charity pilgrimage walk and then we got a few bob from the cash machine and then called at one of the clothes shops in Knutsford which specializes in German shoes and clothes, we've ordered up a pair of summer and another for winter of their walling trousers.

If walking is new to you ( how have you managed since being a baby?) then it requires a lot of very expensive clothing. Mandy had tried a couple of places but the combination of waist size and short arse legs wasn't to be found off the shelf. Then we went to Northwich and got some necessary stuff from Waitrose, we met some of our neighbours there talking of which next door has finally taken their bins in from the pavement but probably because they needed to park the cars on the pavement as they've had a delivery of shale chips to bolster the covering across their garden which had become so thin that the terram sheet was showing through.

I got some cheap wash up liguid and other stuff that i can't think of the name for which kills off any moss on the drives and walls, it needs another dousing as the damp winter weather is fertile breeding ground for moss and lichen. At home I've been listening to a lot of music on the computer with the new speakers, Lawrence at the shop now has an array of posters for our forthcoming charity events for the village, we were in when an old boy came in sent no doubt by his wife to collect a copy of the new Cheshire Life, he hadn't a clue how to buy a magazine, take it off a shelf, take it to the counter etc, reminded me of Christmas when they came in for stamps , again no idea what you did with them etc.. it's a surreal world living in these parts where millionaires are the poor!

I've spent ages getting photos trimmed up for filing, hopefully I'll get them on to the Smugmug site before the weekend is through. Peter Sarstedt has been on for the last hour or so, wasn't he a wonderful song writer, singer as original as Donovan, Peter's brother is an equal although had an unrelated stage name Chrispian St Peter. TV and papers are full of the orange man from the US, it too is surreal, I hope the buggers who voted for Brexit are satisfied what has been let out of the bottle giving hope and support to nutters like that. On another track I cancelled the Trident hotel in Mumbai and went for the Oberoi which had halved it's room rates which had been £600 a night plus tax but offers a safe, luxurious refuge in the Indian cities and responded for my request for a pick up at airport within hours of asking, if the Trident couldn't get that right I'd not much confidence in them! What now then well it will have to be links to our recent Youtube uploads as pudding is nearly ready, cherry pie and cream.