On Sunday, husband was in one of those moods where he wanted to go out for the evening, but he didn’t quite know where. He fancied food of some sort but he vetoed suggestions for pizza or burritos or a curry. None of our usual haunts sounded appealing. We even got google maps up and wandered its virtual streets to see if anything piqued his interest. Yes, he wants to try Hasheba, but not today thanks. Tapas sounds good but not the walk all the way to the Northern Quarter. In the end, we put on our coats to hit the streets for some fresh air and see where our noses took us.
We headed off in the direction of town and found ourselves walking by Oishi-Q. We have passed this place countless times over the years and whilst it has been on our hit list of places to try, we hadn’t quite made it yet.
After a quick perusal of the menu, husband declared it a winner and off we went inside.
The food was tasty and steaming hot. We had the ramen and chicken karaage. We talked of visiting Japan one day. Soon, I hope.
We ended the evening with a nightcap at Sandbar before walking home in the winter chill.
This weekend has been the first one we’ve spent at home in Manchester, just the two of us, in forever. It has been lovely and much needed.
Today we decided to head up the road to Monton. We spent a couple of hours walking the streets, imagining what it would be like to live in one of the fantastic gigantic old houses in Ellesmere Park. I would have one room for shoes and another one for dresses. And a library with floor to ceiling bookshelves.
I spied a couple of Qubek’s pieces just off Monton high street and made husband wait an age whilst I took far too many pictures.
We ended our afternoon with a cream tea at a tea room – good, strong tea but not so great scones. As a personal preference, I do not think any thing is made better by glacé cherries.
With two holidays abroad and no weekends at home I didn’t get everything done on my list this season, but I gave it a good go.
I had pumpkin spice lattes in LA and I ate a pumpkin pie someone else made.
I had a friend round for baked Camembert and gossip. It was going to be fondue, but since I was late to work by 90 minutes thanks to a motorway closed due to flooding, I had to stay late to get all my jobs done which didn’t leave much time for cooking by the time I got home.
We bought new bedding and even splurged on some cosy pyjamas.
We went to a haunted escape room with some of my cousins which did double duty as an autumn goal and 30 before 30 goal. Sadly for some reason the company haven’t posted our victory photo on their Facebook page so you’ll have to take my word for it – we won the game with three minutes to spare.
I made homemade hot chocolate for the family, but we wussed out of stargazing. It was too cold, so we watched Inception at my mother’s house instead.
We’re only 20 hours into December and it’s already kicking my butt.
It started out so well. I put on a cute outfit – my first Christmas jumper of the year. I was going to snap some outfit photies but then I remembered I had to fill the car with petrol so off I went.
I got to work and it was complete carnage. It was a couple of hours before I got my first brew of the day. My skirt popped TWO buttons. And to top it off it took me 40 minutes to go round a roundabout on the M60 because of traffic.
Still, there were some good bits. That sunset for one.
A wholly unexpected and pleasant surprise, it was pretty magical leaving work last night. I feel like this cold snap has come out of nowhere though. I guess the 30 degree weather in Vegas tricked me into forgetting that winter is coming. It’s bobble hat and soup weather!
On Sundays, we walk. Or at least, these past two Sundays we have. We were actually supposed to go camping over the weekend, but stress and fatigue levels from the week got the better of us so we decided to stay in Manchester instead.
We didn’t want the weekend to pass us by without a bit of adventure however, so we went on this walk.
I forget how close we are to nature sometimes. It’s easy to get lost in the haze of the city, but a short 25 minute drive away found us surrounded by lush heather and only sheep for company. It rained the whole time we were out, but it was a satisfying rain. Cleansing, almost.
Is one of my favourite quotes. But recently, the days have felt short. Too short. My to do list remains incomplete at the end of the week. Our flat has been uncharacteristically cluttered. I have half written blog posts spanning the last few months, waiting to be completed. Sometimes, I feel so overwhelmed by the amount I have to do, that I get exactly none of it done.
We were supposed to go camping this weekend, but after a terrible nights sleep on Friday, we decided to spend the weekend in Manchester, just the two of us, instead.
I feel better for it. My job’s list is still full but looking more manageable. We went for a restorative walk around the country side today and blew away some cobwebs. Our lunches are packed for tomorrow and I’m about to settle down with a good book before bed.