Night out with the girls

Wednesday night was the first of hopefully many checking out the local music talent in and around Hull with two arty friends and fellow singing group members. Our first trip took us to 'Tigers Lair' down Anlaby Road for one of their 'Acoustic Wednesdays' where we saw among others 'The Wrigglers' and a couple of other soloists. I was quite disappointed with the turn out but then again it was mid week, on a cold and damp evening. We found ourselves doodling trees on pieces of paper as Fiona has decided for us all to paint a tree on her living room wall in her new rented house. Here are our first attempts. Unfortunately we left the real masterpieces behind. Next time we shall try and go somewhere with a bit more life and atmosphere. Until then we shall work on the trees. Of course our real aim other than to see if there is any local talent is to check out the places we shall want to book ourselves into at a later date and entertain everyone with our fantastic singing and playing, or is that just one dream too far out of our grasp!?

Monsters or angels or SUPERHEROS

Grass verges

I have not written anything for a while, either because I have had other things on my mind or because I just can't be bothered and have chosen to read or vegetate in front of the T.V on the night. Also one of my ideas of what to put on this blog, in regard to food and cooking, has been stolen from me by my husband, who has set up, not one, not two but three blogs so other than write the same things you can just read his. My two eldest sons have also got the blogging bug and have set up their own so the chances of me getting on this computer very often are slim.

Anyway what is there to write of interest, not much really but the other day, while unpacking my car of shopping, it brought to mind of the time when I first moved to Hull and then a few years later while studying in London and returning back to Hull in the holidays, of how I used to think how green Hull was. How nice it was to have so many green verges and how I enjoyed travelling down Beverley Road and seeing all the blossom trees and crocus' growing or going to what is now Kingswood and seeing all the fields. I still enjoy the trees but I'm beginning to think of the grass verges as a pain in the backside, at least in this weather when every time you get out of the car you have to walk over a muddy mess and my heels always sinking into it. To cross them once is bad enough but when you have to take three or four trips back and forth to your car is just a plain nuisance. But I suppose I'd rather them be there than just a block of flat, grey pavement. At least you don't seem to get the contents of dogs bowels being left on the verges as often these days, when once we had to watch where we were walking every time we got out of the car.