Bring on the weekend!
Thank fuck it’s Friday!
Oh, it’s Thursday? Of course
it is, sorry I was getting confused.
Once again the four day
weekend is upon us, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. At one point this
evening I panicked at the fact that I hadn’t recorded this weekend’s edition of
The Sound Of Nottingham UK, and tried to
reason with myself that I still had time to do it seeing as the first broadcast
is at 11pm their time (East Coast) and that gave me until 4am. Then I realised
that it was only Thursday and didn’t realise. I should be used to this by now,
in fact we all should. I have had thirty seven Easter weekends before this one
to prepare myself for the fact that it all goes a little bit off kilter this weekend.
There should be a name for today too, Easter Eve? Good Thursday? Nice Thursday?
Something to reflect the joy of the oncoming four days off work would be nice,
so from now on I’m going to refer to today as Nice Thursday.
To celebrate Nice Thursday we
went for a family dinner tonight at The Willow Tree. It is ages since we went
there for a meal, although Mandi and I sometimes go there for drinks. My nana
took us out as she says that she enjoys a meal out despite the fact that she
can’t hear us talking above the music and general restaurant chatter and the
fact that she comes from a generation who had their meals to a strict timetable
so eating at eight o’clock in the evening is rather late. The table is booked
for seven thirty, so at seven thirty one she starts to get agitated. My dad,
Mandi and I would all would like to have a relaxing pre-meal drink or six but
feel under pressure to get up and move to the dining area. I shouldn’t complain
really, it’s nice that nana wants to take us out, and losing my other nana
earlier this year has made me appreciate my remaining one a lot more. Everyone
loves their grandparents don’t they? I used to love coming to Nottingham to see
my dad’s parents when we lived away, and their visits to us were always a
delight (the only people my parents allowed to smoke in the house). Nana Freda
is nearly 90 and still lives on her own (in a warden assisted complex just in
case), walks to the tram to go to town, and is capable of looking after
herself. It could be so much worse for all concerned, especially when you
consider some of the other people she has as neighbours. Her secret is not
giving in and admitting that she is an old woman. Once you do that you might as
well climb in a coffin to save a bit of time.
The meal was one of the best
we have had there. Thursday is steak night, which means that my dad and I have
a 16oz steak each with chips, peas, and salad. It is always good of course but
there was something extra this time, maybe a new chef, not that a new chef
should have made a difference really as a basic steak dinner isn’t exactly a Masterchef challenge.
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