There's a song called 'Gloomy Sunday' and I think there should be a song to counteract that, but until then, there's just the title of this entry...
Today was a beautiful day! Not a cloud in the sky, do you know how RARE that is in England?! In Britain?! (Obviously, this is a rhetorical question for my UK flisters, hope it was just as nice for you.) The sky was pure, endless blue from horizon to horizon and the sun beamed down on us. It was a perfect(!) bank holiday weekend.
The parents visited today, which meant I spent most of yesterday cleaning and making sure that everything was reasonably tidy. Mainly because if I don't clean, they will. Especially my father, who inherited housepride from his mother. My mother isn't particularly bothered about cleanliness and I've inherited her attitude. Strangely, she loves cleaning MY flat when she's here, though. I kid you not, she will do the washing up (without me asking, by the way) and wipe down the kitchen and happily change my bedding. She thinks she would have been good as a chambermaid or cleaner, as she doesn't mind doing other people's houses, just her own! The irony.
We went food shopping (again, I did not ask, but as I am broke, I was very grateful) and visited the big Sainsburys in Barnwood, which is one of my fave superstores of all time, as it always has what I want (the one in town is tiny by comparison but there are no buses to the big one and it would take over an hour to walk there and back). I finally sampled the new innocent kiwi smoothie, which I have been wanting to try ever since I heard they'd finally made a smoothie with NO bananas in (I hate bananas) and it's delicious. I'm in a bit of a dilemma over innocent at the moment as I am not that happy about Coca-Cola having a minority investment in the company. So what if Coca-Cola doesn't have any say in the company procedure, it's still freaking COCA-COLA, people. *sigh*
Then we drove off to Cranham, which is a little village five miles out of Gloucester deep in the Cotswolds and my rural heart just melted, because it is so beautiful around there. The trees meet in an arch over the roads, dappling them with light, and the countryside plunges into soft green valleys between steep woody hills. Cranham is built from Cotswold stone, which is a soft, pale yellow that just gets better and better with time. The pub we went to, The Black Horse, is up a sharp incline on a turn that is easy to miss. The carpark is beyond the pub, further up the hill, so you walk down to the pub and back up to the car (good thing, too!). You can tell how old the pub is by the stone hearth and the low ceilings, which actually made me feel tall. We ordered our Sunday lunch (beef for me and Dad, sausages for Mum), but they'd just run out of beef, so we had pork instead. It's a good thing I ordered bread for a starter, because it was quite a long wait, but the bread was obviously baked nearby if not on the premises and the butter was great. And when our meal finally arrived, that was even better. Mine and Dad's plate were filled with roast pork, new potatoes, Yorkshire puddings and covered in gravy. We also had a dish of local veg (cauliflower, carrots, greens and peas) to share. Mum had a trio of sausages and sweet potato mash, which was also lovely. In the end, I could only eat half of mine, it was so filling (the crackling was to die for). We decided to have dessert back at my place as we were so full. Dad had a bowl of honey and ginger ice cream (also made locally) and I had the rest of my kiwi smoothie. Mum had a mug of tea, of course.
This Saturday, I'm off to London to visit a language fair and then I'll see my friend Claire. There's an exotic butterfly exhibition at the Natural History Museum and then a Wallace & Gromit exhibition at the Science Museum. Yes, I am a geek. ;P Then seeing my sister on Sunday to celebrate her birthday.
If I can only just get through the week, the weekend will be fabulous.
Currently listening to: Saltbreakers by Laura Veirs
Currently burning: Honeysuckle Glow by Lily Flame