Two visitors of photographic note yesterday.
Firstly June, the original owner of the Ugly Yellow Handbag came for a cup of tea and slice of coffee & walnut cake. She brought her latest bag. Which is far from ugly and isn't at all yellow:
Then there was Maria, a harpist, who brought her harp to the birthday gathering she was attending. She drank tea, ate scones and played utterly beautifully.
It was a real privilege to hear her.
She is teaching the harp to the lady who organised the birthday tea. Her name is Kim Wilde (yes, really).
I suggested that if she turns professional with her instrument she could perform under the name Wilde At Harp.
You're welcome.
Friday, 31 July 2015
Monday, 27 July 2015
Same old.
Apparently this is the point in the season when I say something about giving up; not doing another season after this; finding a different career.
Apparently this usually comes after a larger-than-usual party, mid way through July, with half the season to go.
I said this today.
My husband tells me it's my normal behaviour.
I hate being so predictable.
Apparently this usually comes after a larger-than-usual party, mid way through July, with half the season to go.
I said this today.
My husband tells me it's my normal behaviour.
I hate being so predictable.
Saturday, 25 July 2015
Wed
Mr and Mrs.
A lovely wedding.
They, their friends and their family certainly do like their cake.
We're hosting another family party tomorrow so an early night is mandatory.
Then I can relax a little.
(Til the party next Saturday)
A lovely wedding.
They, their friends and their family certainly do like their cake.
We're hosting another family party tomorrow so an early night is mandatory.
Then I can relax a little.
(Til the party next Saturday)
Thursday, 23 July 2015
Stirred
It's begun.
I was sort of awake between 1.45 and 2.45 this morning.
Worrying about teaspoons and whether we have enough of them for Saturday.
The order is now in for an extra 100 (plus three new black aprons).
Am left with the worry that FedEx might not find us in time for the wedding....
The marquee goes up today. The grass was being mown as I left last night.
It's begun.
I was sort of awake between 1.45 and 2.45 this morning.
Worrying about teaspoons and whether we have enough of them for Saturday.
The order is now in for an extra 100 (plus three new black aprons).
Am left with the worry that FedEx might not find us in time for the wedding....
The marquee goes up today. The grass was being mown as I left last night.
It's begun.
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
Nerves
It's been a busy few days. What with the ugly yellow handbag, unexpected coach parties, expected coach parties, walking groups, a bridal shower and loads of kids who've just been let out for the Summer. (Excuse me please, I've just dropped my pound into the ice cream freezer and I can't reach it).
On Saturday it's the 2015 wedding.
Kate and Gareth are tying the knot.
The marquee goes up on Thursday morning.
My nights are already disturbed by lists, orders, recipes, weather, numbers, rotas and space issues.
On Saturday it's the 2015 wedding.
Kate and Gareth are tying the knot.
The marquee goes up on Thursday morning.
My nights are already disturbed by lists, orders, recipes, weather, numbers, rotas and space issues.
Saturday, 18 July 2015
Getting his worms wrong
A 'phone call:
"I'd like to book a lunch for fifty people, please. We'd also like some tea."
That's fine, I told him.
"But," he added, "I need to tell you that we have two vegetarians and a celeriac."
That's the vegetarians sorted then...
"I'd like to book a lunch for fifty people, please. We'd also like some tea."
That's fine, I told him.
"But," he added, "I need to tell you that we have two vegetarians and a celeriac."
That's the vegetarians sorted then...
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Watch and learn
Remember this?
I am planning to visit the tearooms and to have a dozen or so of my motorcycling friends meet me there too. We have been before on several occasions. Although our bikes might be noisy smelly things most of the riders are not and I can assure you there will be no shootouts or anything like that, just a few geriatric bikers looking for a cuppa and bite to eat!
Hope this won't be a problem to you?
Regards
Stuart
Velocette Owners club
They came today.
About twenty of them.
They were fab.
They can come again.
They arrived half an hour before 45 Chinese teenagers came for lunch, and to have a (very short) lesson in scones. We gave them a lesson because last year's group had bitten into the scones before we'd even put the jam and cream on the tables.
So this year we demonstrated (Cornwall and Devon ways) and then brought out the cream, jam and scones.
Crafty.
Tuesday, 14 July 2015
surprise surprise
Today has just been strange.
As well as all the bag stuff (see below. And below that.) we had a coach party turn up without notice. Which is always interesting.
36 people from Shropshire. They ate us out of quiche, and soup, and jacket potatoes.
As well as all the bag stuff (see below. And below that.) we had a coach party turn up without notice. Which is always interesting.
36 people from Shropshire. They ate us out of quiche, and soup, and jacket potatoes.
Money bags
Stunned.
The "ugly yellow bag" story has made national radio.
A lovely piece on Radio 4's PM programme this evening, broadcast pretty much as I was in a studio taking to BBC Radio 5Live.
Very odd to be on the other side in an anonymous studio, talking to a wall.
I was nervous as I waited, and then - well, not so nervous. I knew my story well.
This morning I had told it on BBC Radio Newcastle and I have been boring people senseless with it all week.
I sorted out the tearooms for tomorrow and came home to watch the eBay auction finish.
£1090.00.
For an ugly yellow handbag.
Stunned.
Monday, 13 July 2015
Cut and run
Towards the end of every season (nowhere near yet, only half way through) members of staff start suggesting improvements which could be made over the winter months.
And so it was that in January I bought a small, red meat slicer which was put into use on the first day of the season.
We cook our own ham at the tearooms. We cook it, so we have to slice it. We use it for sandwiches, panini and ham salads. That's a fair amount of sliced ham.
A couple of weeks ago this slicer stopped slicing. The sharp blade refused to turn. It became an ex-ham slicer. The company I'd bought it from replaced it without question and told me to throw the first one away.
The second one lasted less than a week before it too gave up, went on strike and refused to return to work.
We're now on our third in as many weeks.
Thus far it is behaving itself but I just can't bring myself to throw away two machines when someone, somewhere might know how to fix them. Even if one of them did its utmost to slice off part of my finger. So they're both sitting in a box in a corner of the kitchen.
I live in hope.
And so it was that in January I bought a small, red meat slicer which was put into use on the first day of the season.
We cook our own ham at the tearooms. We cook it, so we have to slice it. We use it for sandwiches, panini and ham salads. That's a fair amount of sliced ham.
A couple of weeks ago this slicer stopped slicing. The sharp blade refused to turn. It became an ex-ham slicer. The company I'd bought it from replaced it without question and told me to throw the first one away.
The second one lasted less than a week before it too gave up, went on strike and refused to return to work.
We're now on our third in as many weeks.
Thus far it is behaving itself but I just can't bring myself to throw away two machines when someone, somewhere might know how to fix them. Even if one of them did its utmost to slice off part of my finger. So they're both sitting in a box in a corner of the kitchen.
I live in hope.
Monday, 6 July 2015
A Handbag
This is an unusually long post for me. But then it's a long story....
Early this year, perhaps it was February, I went out to lunch with my Dad, his friend Pam and their 89 year old friend called June.
June is a widow who wears colourful clothing, tells colourful tales and calls everyone "dear".
And I adore her.
Anyway, on this particular occasion she told me she'd recently bought a handbag from a garden centre but realised when she got it home that she didn't like it:
"I can't get on with it, dear," she said, "would you like it? To raise money for that lovely church?"
She meant the baroque church in Great Witley, which badly needs a new roof.
I said yes, thinking I could use it as a raffle prize.
Until, a couple of days later, I finally saw it.
It was truly horrible. A nasty yellow colour, funny sticky-out bits on shiny brown handles, a long purse contraption which doubled as a closing clasp. Awful. No one would want to win it in a raffle. No one.
So I hatched a plan and put it on eBay (with June's permission, dear) with a no-holds barred write-up. I described it as a bag with no redeeming features, the worst I'd ever seen.
Local BBC radio picked up the story, interviewed June and myself and raised the profile and the bidding in the process. We made £28. And I got rid of the bag.
Perfect.
A week later I received an email from a lady I didn't know. She told me her husband had bought the bag having heard us on the radio. He'd been on his tractor at the time, somewhere in Gloucestershire, and he bought it as a joke. She told me she was now re-auctioning it for a cloth-nappy library charity. It made £24 and was bought by a lady in Norway.
Janicke's daughter had been born prematurely. She re-auctioned it on eBay for the neonatal unit which had saved her life and made £94.
At this point it gets complicated. However it's now in Newcastle upon Tyne and being sold by a lady with an incredible story of her own:
http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Ugly-Yellow-Handbag-raising-money-for-Cancer-Patients-/261955062872
Early this year, perhaps it was February, I went out to lunch with my Dad, his friend Pam and their 89 year old friend called June.
June is a widow who wears colourful clothing, tells colourful tales and calls everyone "dear".
And I adore her.
Anyway, on this particular occasion she told me she'd recently bought a handbag from a garden centre but realised when she got it home that she didn't like it:
"I can't get on with it, dear," she said, "would you like it? To raise money for that lovely church?"
She meant the baroque church in Great Witley, which badly needs a new roof.
I said yes, thinking I could use it as a raffle prize.
Until, a couple of days later, I finally saw it.
It was truly horrible. A nasty yellow colour, funny sticky-out bits on shiny brown handles, a long purse contraption which doubled as a closing clasp. Awful. No one would want to win it in a raffle. No one.
So I hatched a plan and put it on eBay (with June's permission, dear) with a no-holds barred write-up. I described it as a bag with no redeeming features, the worst I'd ever seen.
Local BBC radio picked up the story, interviewed June and myself and raised the profile and the bidding in the process. We made £28. And I got rid of the bag.
Perfect.
A week later I received an email from a lady I didn't know. She told me her husband had bought the bag having heard us on the radio. He'd been on his tractor at the time, somewhere in Gloucestershire, and he bought it as a joke. She told me she was now re-auctioning it for a cloth-nappy library charity. It made £24 and was bought by a lady in Norway.
Janicke's daughter had been born prematurely. She re-auctioned it on eBay for the neonatal unit which had saved her life and made £94.
At this point it gets complicated. However it's now in Newcastle upon Tyne and being sold by a lady with an incredible story of her own:
http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Ugly-Yellow-Handbag-raising-money-for-Cancer-Patients-/261955062872
Thursday, 2 July 2015
Late
Here she is - Wimbledon Cake II.
Yesterday's.
Now no longer with us.
Incidentally my dental appointment turned out to be even more overdue than I'd thought since I was a day late turning up for it.
Yesterday's.
Now no longer with us.
Incidentally my dental appointment turned out to be even more overdue than I'd thought since I was a day late turning up for it.
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