With the medieval festival in full-swing, the girls head off to get their hooves trimmed leaving the gentlemen folk to watch a combination of the tour de france, and england's brave boys seize the initiative in the ashes. Oh, and go to a couple of parks to entertain the smaller gentlemen.
Brilliantly lucy's mum offers to babysit saturday night, so we head out to the hotspots of tewkesbury - a bizarre combination of chavvy chavsters, mad old locals and people - seemingly all either dutch or former members of Yes - in medieval garb. It didn't get any better as we got drunker so we take refuge in the Nirala.
We have:
1 x bottle of Rose D'Anjou
4 x cobra beers
1 x king prawn madras (the anas)
1 x korahi (daviss)
1 x chicken pathia (russells)
1 x lamb madras (lucys)
popadums/tarka/mushroom bhaji/garlic naan/plain naan
It was marvellous!
Food of the Milos
ana's are up with the lark and the milos/davisss & ben this morning after I'd spent a bazillion hours trying to get him back to sleep after his 0430 alarm call. He starts the day with oatabix and banana, marmite sandwiches for lunch and jacket potato, cheese and beans for dinner. Plus the usual intake of raisins and, for one day only whilst dads are in charge, some french fries crisps and some of my bacon and mushroom breakfast roll.
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Tewkesbury really does have an eclectic mix of residents doesn't it? I shall miss the place when we eventually move...(like a nail in the arse cheek).
ReplyDeletePizzas were courtesy of Jamie Oliver - we decided at the last minute to add a pinch of 'fun' to the proceedings which required us all to chisel them out of the pan.
I am still hungover by the way but have resisted the temptation to lay into husband about nothing in particular...
I feel I must also point out that we didn't actually make it to the battle. Pointless really as the bloody Yorkists always win anyway...
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