On baking and Harry Potter

A nothing weekend started with a wonderful meal on Friday night, courtesy of my parents. Well they didn’t cook it, but they did pay. If you are ever near Bothwell, I thoroughly and highly recommend The Grapevine. Has yet to fail us.

Saturday morning started early, with plans of heading into Glasgow to see just how big a fuss the Apple Store was making, before heading off to wander, camera in hand, round the People’s Palace. Dreich is the best way to describe the weather, a thin pall of grey lightly drenching us as we wandered up Buchanan Street.

Arriving outside said store at around 9.15am, the queues were already snaking up and down a few times, neatly contained by temporary barriers, and only the whooping and cheering of the staff broke the drizzle. We headed for the nearby Starbucks to ponder our next move. Standing around in the rain isn’t my idea of fun, and I was wary that Louise wasn’t feeling 100%.. and so it transpired that, without even finishing my coffee, we were heading home again.

Once there, Louise changed into ‘comfy house clothes’ and managed to stop shivering. An afternoon spent pottering around the house and garden followed, making sure my knee remained lightly throbbing for most of the evening. We made the tough call and decided not to attend a friends wedding. I don’t think I could’ve driven, and Louise was still a little pale around the gills.

All change come Sunday morning, and I was told I was resting my leg as my wife headed into the kitchen and started baking. Always a good sign. Soon the warm sweet smell of cake wafted through to me, prone on the couch, and soon it was followed with a large mug of coffee and a still warm cupcake. The rest of the day followed a similar pattern, and after despatching the last Harry Potter book, watching Brokeback Mountain for the first time, and yawning my way through most of the Grand Prix, it was time for bed.

The Harry Potter (& the Deathly Hallows) book was as good as the others. Which means that it was OK, badly paced as usual, but ultimately a fun diversion. Don’t ask me about it next week though, I’ll have forgotten what happens.

How was your weekend? Do anything fun?

Ohh yeah, should really mention this, I guess.

3 comments

  1. Got dragged to Motorpoint to look at a car for me(more about car another time) it is now being despached from Derby for my perusal and I have not slept all weekend!I am thinking of the hassle selling present car, why can I not get all pleased and excited about spending masses of money …Oh and we went to see what our driveway would look like on the simulator .. bring on the new drive. Went to Troon on Sunday and cleaned the boat because that’s what they are for. If wind and weather good next weekend there is the Country and Western weekend at Millport which is always good for a laugh. I met ‘Wyatt Earp’ there one year. Serious stuff! Worth a visit if the weather is good. Oh and we had a Di Maggios night with your friends on friday and of course I phoned your lovely wife about a night out in septenber, so we are looking forward to that… I still feel we are boring, may go to night classes but for what? Any suggestions?

  2. Drove to Wales yesterday, went hillwalking, covered 13 miles in 6 hours (although it felt like more. Miles. Not hours). Had a nice meal and a pint in Wales’ oldest pub. Drove home. Had a dram or two of Laphroaig Quarter Cask and some raspberries and some chocolate. Had a relaxing bath to soothe my tired legs.

    Up again now and enjoying the Bank Holiday Monday catching up on some blogging and stuff.

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