Radiohead Rocks

This Wednesday, Mike and I had planned to take the day off work to go and buy and tent and all the paraphernalia that goes with camping. Unbeknown to me Mike had also arranged a surprise for us that day and after constant badgering from me he eventually succumbed and told me that day before that we were going to see Radiohead at Victoria Park, London. I was so excited and shocked as I had gone on and on and on and on about seeing them over the past couple of months and Mike had managed to fob me off with excuses like he didn't want to have to deal with all the crowds and mess about running for the last train. I was thinking what is the matter with him, I am the one who is 40 not him. So gullible and easily convinced - yep that's me. Glad I was though as it was such a great surprise. We headed off on the train mid afternoon afternoon a fabulous lunch at a local pub. The sun was shining, a glorious day and we were on a high before we even got there.

The gig was awesome, so atmospheric, they are an amazing band and everything was perfect. The night stayed warm and the light show was incredible. We pushed our way into the crowd for the first half of the set but after drinking a couple of pints of beer the toilet beckoned so we nipped off and then stayed at the back where the view was better and the sound just as good. We haven't been to a live gig like that for sometime and it was so uplifting and such a great day to be out. I love Radiohead they are truly one of the superbands and put on an incredibly memorable show.

Happy Fathers Day from Mr Cool

Mike had a wonderful fathers day on Sunday, the weather was amazing so we set off mid morning to the beach hut where I cooked us up a lovely fried breakfast and big mugs of steaming fresh coffee. Charlie played happily with the pebbles on the beach which he loves. He had a growing collection of stones now. He has also taken to wearing his sunglasses and ours and now refers to himself as Mr Cool. Back home in the afternoon we finished off the last bit of planting up our Mediterranean garden and rounded off the day with perfectly cooked lamb steaks and a bottle of wine.

Allotments, who needs them?

After licking our wounds and consoling ourselves about our shameful eviction from the allotment, we decided to go on a mega spending spree at the weekend and bought lots of lovely big and luscious tropical plants to put the final touches on our garden project. With Charlie sound asleep for most of the afternoon, Sunday saw Mike and I digging and planting like crazy people to get all the plants in. In fact I was rather lax in the digging area and was more of a delegator and organiser instructing where and which position the plants should go in. 4pm job done, gin and tonic in hand and time to sit back and admire all our hard work.

Evicted!

Liz and Mike Bailey you have been evicted from the Big Brother Allotment.

Yes that's right, we have been evicted, off our plot, never to go near a compost heap again. The members of the Whitstable Allotment Society did their regular walk rounds inspecting all the plots and found no 39a to be seriously under par in the growing department and so we were issued with warning number 2. We were somewhat aggrieved about the accusations made about our lack of planting and wondered where freedom of choice and democracy entered into the minds of those running the empire of said allotment society. Power crazy or a secret plot to throw us off as we did have the neatest and sophisticated looking site. Yes, we had nothing growing but our plot looked good.

And so the Tom and Barbara of Whitstable are now back growing a few pots of tomatoes in our garden, our grand plans of becoming self-sufficient down the swany but a feeling of some satisfaction as our complaint letter makes it way to the local council for unfair treatment of its residents.