Monday, 21 May 2018

How Brilliant Is That ………

Just look what Nigel spotted ……. Doggy Day at the Edinburgh Woollen Mill Shop!
Now, sadly we are not permitted to have a dog chez The Towers because of the stringent leasehold rules …….
…… but, we are seriously considering borrowing Hetty, one of Hugh’s beloved basset hounds for the day, if we need a dog in order to get said discount.
Darrell rather fancies getting a Harris Tweed deer stalker hat as he has heard on the fashion grapevine that they are a bit of a slow burner at the moment, BUT they are going to be the next big en trend trend in the coming months
And Nigel reckons that if we did take Hetty along to claim our discount we would probably get even more than the advertised 20% due to all the attention she would attract, with everyone wanting to say hello to her due to her being totally irresistible and incredibly cute! What are we like, if not enterprising!

Sunday, 20 May 2018

It Was …….. Emotional.

What can we say ……….
IMG_8054 …….. Harry and Meghan’s wedding was just sooooooo beautiful, magical ……
……… and sooooooooooooo emotional, believe me, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
Before the event we said that we had intended to sip from our Tesco Meghan and Harry “loving cup” throughout the proceedings,
……… however we found ourselves sharing a box of tissues instead, as tears flowed down cheeks and noses needed to be blown ……
and when they were all used up, well, Darrell’s shoulder was there to erm …… lean on.
In the lounge of The Towers, we were all lost in our own world. You can’t beat a true love story, and this one had it all, a soldier Prince, a beautiful actress bride, a demure frock, lots of big hats, uniforms, horses, haunting music, The Queen and Elton John ……  just the thought of it all is starting me off again.
Yes, the Asti Spumante was popped, but we sipped daintily, instead of swigged as befitted the occasion ………
It’s going to be a very long time before we see another such Royal Wedding again, and it probably won’t be of our generation ……..
……. so it had to be savoured, not seen or remembered through a haze …….. congratulations Meghan and Harry …… you did us all proud and made these three monkeys, very emotional.

Saturday, 19 May 2018

Ding Dong The Bells Are Going To Chime …..

We were all up, showered, wedding breakfasted and sat ready on the sofa by 8.30 this morning, there is no way we want to be found wanting in any department of a Royal Wedding audience type nature.
Rest assured we will be waving our Meghan and Harry flags proudly aloft at all the appropriate moments and we’ve also decided that to get into the wedding spirit and “vibe”, every time the commentators mention the names Meghan, Harry or The Queen, we are all going to take a celebratory swig of Asti Spumante from our Tesco Royal Wedding “Loving” Cup, thus promising a continual toasting of the Bride and Groom until we have seen the final balcony kiss (if there is a balcony at Windsor).  It’s going to be a goooooooooooooood day!

Friday, 18 May 2018

Well, ................ We’re Ready

We’ve got the flags, we’ve got the badges, we’ve got the mug and enough Monster Munch to host our own upmarket wedding reception.
Darrell nipped up to Tesco this morning to do our last minute pre-nup shopping.
Though generous to a fault, Darrell decided to only get one mug to pass between us during the proceedings, because, to be honest, much as we are all very caught up in the excitement of the occasion ……..
…….. on Sunday morning, when it’s all over, would we really look at our commemorative £4 Tesco wedding mugs in quite the same dewy eyed and wistful way when we have our mid morning elevenses? I doubt it somehow, one mug is more than enough.  What are we like, if not just a touch fickle?

Thursday, 17 May 2018

A Suitable Ensemble For A Royal Wedding?

Darrell has bought himself a new pair of zebra print “jeggings”, in honour, he says of the Royal Wedding. I have to admit that I am  a little dubious. No doubt animal print is a timeless fashion stable staple, but for me it lacks a certain solemnity such an occasion requires, but Darrell insists that Harry and Meghan are a very modern couple, according to Hugh, (the doyen of everything of a regal type nature at the moment)  and would approve wholeheartedly of such individuality ………
If Harry was not bound by tradition and royal protocol he would probably be only too willing to ditch the obligatory state uniform in favour of said zebra jeggings and who’s to say that under Meghan’s much anticipated nuptial frock she isn’t wearing a pair of wild Doc Martens with quirky tights.
I am happy to say that Nigel is going for a much more formal ensemble, dusting off the top hat and tails he wore at The Queens Garden Party at Buckingham Palace a few years ago.   I am yet to decide what I will wear, but I think it needs to be somewhere between these two extremes.

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

All Bodes Well For The Royal Wedding …….

After the excitement of Eurovision last night we really needed something to buoy up our spirits, knowing that it will be another year before our annual televisual highlight comes round again ….. so  the arrival of Darrell’s latest prescription subscription craft beers was just the fortuitous boost we needed ……..
…… especially with the Royal Wedding all but six days away.
There was the latest copy of Ferment to keep Darrell otherwise occupied and a packet of Emily Veg Crisps to get me started on thinking about preparations for our own wedding, half time, smorgasbord.
We will naturally be toasting the happy couple with a bottle of  Tesco Asti Spumante ……….. and then later Darrell will hopefully be making one of his celebratory cocktails ……..
……. but, I think we now have fair selection of choice ales to the take us later into the evening, should we wish to “continue” celebrating the getting of a new Duchess some more!

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

Sage Advice Sought

As I write this we are all back at The Towers and Hugh has returned to London, divulging only that he’d got a “final fitting” with his Saville Row tailor.
But, before we parted he had taken Nigel to the local Farmers Market as he wanted his pantry to be full of wonderful local and ethically sourced produce for when he returned to Le Chicken Coup on Sunday, when “it” would all be over and he could treat himself a little”
It was also an opportunity to bond with Nigel who had followed Hugh round like a besotted puppy all weekend.
It seems that Nigel is now desperate to follow in Hugh’s showbiz, royal equerry, bon viveur type footsteps.
IMG_8046I understand they talked at great length with Hugh promising to take Nigel under his wing. His first piece of homework is to practice the art of non-divulgence and discretion.  I fear this may take an awful long time for Nigel, but, will be a true test of his commitment to his possible future ambitions.IMG_8048
And, as a thank you Nigel dashed back to the Market Tent, presenting Hugh with the biggest fish cakes Nigel had ever seen, something for Hugh’s larder to tuck into ………. after “the event”.

Monday, 14 May 2018

Here'e To Discrete Friends

It’s so lovely to be with Hugh again  ……..
I just wish he wasn’t quite so guarded on all things of a royal wedding type nature………..
He must be privy to sooooooooooooooo many secrets, but nothing, absolutely nothing, passes his lips.
He is the paragon of irrefutable discretion.
There was only one moment …… when a large plane flew low over Le Chicken Coup, which I suspect Hugh knew much more about than he actually let on.
It was just the way he said “ahhhhh” and “most excellent” while surreptitiously sending some sort of message on his phone ………..
………. that made me think that we had possibly witnessed a practice fly over for the big day, pre-maritally rehearsed in the depths of the Worcester countryside so as not to arouse suspicion………
But what do I know? Perhaps all will be revealed in the fullness of time, if Hugh gets mentioned in the New Years Honours List and gets made into a Dame or a Monsieur, I think I will have been on the right trail!!!  What am I like?

Sunday, 13 May 2018

Eurovision 2018–All Aboard

Let’s just say, last night was, as expected, emotional! 
Being all together with Hugh was wonderful enough, but to be together for Eurovision as well was …… almost too much, with Hugh as per usual the consummate host.
Our evening started in the light at eight o’clock and ended in the dark at midnight, with, as Hugh had predicted back in February, Israel the victors.
The Maltesers were passed round like a peace pipe, as we swayed to the music, lighters held aloft, we sang along, even in foreign tongues, dabbed the occasional teary eye, and laughed till Darrell had to briefly excuse himself.
We’d sort of decided beforehand that if Hugh was wrong and a Scandinavian country won then we would definitely try to get tickets for next year …….
….. and we could almost taste the herring as Sweden jostled for top position with Israel and Cyprus, until the public vote was added to the judges scores, and then …….. our dreams were cruelly dashed.
…….. after which Hugh said never mind, we could do it all again next year either in Notting Hill or in Worcester, wherever he was at the time, so was win, win all round really …….. only another 365 days to go to then!

Saturday, 12 May 2018

An Offer Just Too Good To Refuse.

Where’ve we gone? ……. An empty sofa…….
…… and a blank TV screen ……. on one of the most wonderful nights of our year………
……. we got a call from Hugh saying that he had had a flounce like no other diva had flounced before, (Mariah Carey has nothing on Hugh when he’s in a strop), with all the sequins well and truly thrown out of the pot ……..
…….. but, in doing so, had succeeded in managing to get a few precious hours away from all things of a Royal type nature …….. and therefore ….. would we care to join him a la Chicken Coup, his Worcester bolt hole. After so many years when either Darrell or all of us had been with him for Eurovision, it just wouldn’t be the same without us, even though it would only be a fleeting visit
Let’s just say there was no debate whatsoever …….. as you read this, Darrell’s cocktail recipes are on hold, his swizzle stick redundant, the pizzas put back in the fridge and the Maltesers safely packed  in our overnight bag  as we sashay away to Worcester, leaving a trail of Hugh type glitter in our wake.  It’s “all aboard!” for Eurovision.
Oh ……….  and our top three songs of choice to win are:- Sweden, Denmark and Norway in no particular order.