Our Street

It's been a funny old day today.  One minute we were very warm and the next the fleeces were back on, and so on through the day.  

We visited sister-in-law Mary in the morning and took her a present of Jen and Pete's Wedding Album, then had a fruitless wander around IKEA, deliberately taking all the shortcuts and avoiding making eye contact with possible purchases, looking for a magnetic board for my fridge magnets - to no avail.  Any suggestions Blipperworld?  My fridge freezer has run out of space.

I've spent a couple of hours sorting the photos from Molly's birthday party yesterday and then we took a short walk around the 'pineapple house' circuit at the end of our street (so called by us because there are grand stone pineapples on the wall which borders the diverted public footpath).  This is the view of the top end of our street on the hillside to the left there. The terrace was built as mill houses when there was a woollen mill down in the valley where the modern housing estate now stands.  From this point you can see as far as Wrose Hill down the Aire Valley, about seven miles away.

Bill Bailey was hugely entertaining last night at Leeds Arena.  My face was aching from laughing when we came out.  Highlights were the heavy metal version of 'Lady in Red' and the tale of the Yorkshireman joining isis.  In future, if anyone asks any male in my company what they are thinking I apologise for laughing like a drain!