A CHILD FREE WEEKEND WITH MORRISSEY.
It started with possibly the best curry I have ever had
(and trust me I've had a few)
and ended with a nice cup of tea and cake after a mammoth charity shop session,
with a whole lot of Mozza inbetween.
All in the company of she's my best friend and I hate her.
Oh and a little Wayward behaviour thrown in for good measure.
Remember Wayward and the lovely Betty?
How could you forget?
Well they now have a WALL OF BUTTONS.
Yes kids thats right a wall of buttons.
Here for your delectation and delight are some more bits of wayward goodness.
And of course because you all loved her so much last time, I give you the Beautiful Betty.
Who knew she had a blog?
Not I , but I do now.
Then it was on to the Hop Farm Festival.
Patti Smith, Lou Reid, Iggy Pop and Morrissey.
Stunning line up.
Chilling and catching up with friends with a little light reading thrown in.
An affectionate hug with two of my favourite people to whom I am not related in the world during "You're the one for me fatty" involved a whole lotta fatty ladies.
So much so we could hardly get our arms around each other.
Lets politely say its middle aged spread.
And nothing to do with cake.
Then after a day of recovering, a little bit of light beach hutting
sitting watching the shadows lengthen over the beach with a glass of pimms in hand.
Trust me there is no better end to a hectic weekend.
Except it wasn't over yet.
I had been given an extra sleepover, tacked on to the end of my child free weekend.
Much thanks to my Hippy for giving me the time out I needed
and trying to make sure the house wasn't too trashed on my return.
I awoke on Monday morning to the thought that unusually for a weekend with Ingrid
I hadn't laughed till I cried.
But we had a hot date with Bexhill on sea.
Charity shop capital of the known universe.
We did about 11 in two hours, and that just started to scratch the surface!
She bought a shopping trolly, we filled it.
I bought an old school chemistry lab style stool and had to have a sit down on it when the giggling started.
The giggling soon became hysterical laughter with tears rolling down both our faces.
Only in a place like Bexhill on Sea where the average age of the residents in 97
could not one but two people come up to us and tell us to be careful or we might have
There was only one thing to do.
Tea and cake.
and sitting back to admire our haul.
Oh and just in case you were wondering the basket really was stuffed full.
But I will have to save all of that for another day.
Love Nora xxx