I must be losing it because apart from getting had by Smurf I have nothing to moan about. No doubt I will find something to moan about later because it isn’t possible to go through life without accepting the rough with the smooth. That’s part of what makes life interesting.
The day after watching Horrid Henry (really close up), we went 10 pin bowling. That Smurf is a cheating wee monster. She got a bump. If I remember correctly Zoe in the next lane also got a bump. For the uninitiated it means that if your bowl goes towards the gutter it is bumped out. Smurf whipped us. I came last. The husband … who hasn’t been able to move without groaning ever since … came second. If one can get points for the number of zero’s I would have won hands down. Zoe’s dad Mark won despite the bumping and he scored in the three figures. Well done you. I would have been running round the rink doing a victory dance. Instead I was affronted but took a bow wow anyway.
After the humiliation Smurf talked me into a bucket seat thingyme that shook the brains out of me. It was called Typhoon or Tornedo or something. I squealed so much peeps were looking at me as if I were mad … Ah Ha! I am mad! Who would have guessed?
Anyway, I couldn’t get out of the seat and the husband had to lever me, then catch me as my jelly legs gave way. What was I thinking off at my age? Thing is the body is over the hill but the mind is still 25. Or is that 12?
On the way home the long suffering husband (who has been upgraded to Mr Marvellous) suggested we stop for a munch at the Sizzling Sausage. He had met Sandra in Lamont’s in Dunaghy and she works in SS and thoroughly recommended it. Well, well, well. What a treat. Thanks Sandra you honey bunny. Tom could not have been more attentive. The food was delicious and plentiful. I ask you … Where can you get gammon, chips, 2 eggs and a cold pint of milk, goujons, chips, a dip and apple juice, sausages, eggs, chips and a pot of tea all for under £18? Aaron and Gareth Cochrane have turned a rundown dive into a top class eatery. Another wee sweetheart, Zara was on duty too. They are truly lovely peeps. We are so going to go back time and time again. I realise we are very lucky indeed to have some super places to eat in and around Ballymoney. And the hospitality is second to none. Some 5* restaurant staff look down their noses at patrons. Not around here thankfully.
As Kelly’s birthday treat we sent her, JK and the munchkins to the Premier Inn, Alfred Street, Belfast and they are still raving about it. Apparently the rooms are spotless and very comfortable. The staff were Tom clones … i.e. They couldn’t do enough for them, even taking the babies bottles to sterilize them and bring them back ready for use. The car park is really handy for families with young children. I think Kelly ate them out of house and home. The meal deal is a must. K wants to adopt the chef who created a homemade pizza the size of a table top for the kids. It cost £3. That is unbelievable value for cash strapped families. Talk about smiley faces when they stopped in to give us the highlights. I recommend that everyone take a break there. Apparently it costs £29 per room per night mid-week. Add a meal deal with free breakfast and enjoy. Kelly didn’t want me to tell you peeps about it as she is afraid it will be booked out in future and she won’t be able to get in (Inn). I am so dead.
They went to the zoo and thought it was very good. I asked wreck the house Ruby why she hadn’t been left in the monkey house and she said she couldn’t get into the enclosure. If I were her mum I would have found a way in for her. TeeHee. Even Ruby was mellow after the weekend. Everyone agreed that the best place to go is the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum. I haven’t been in donkey’s years but intend to put that right. In these austere times it is good to know that a family can go on a break to a hotel that is above par for the price. And there are lots of places on our doorstep worth a look see. I’m going to organise a girl’s break. What are the chances that we get barred? 10/1 I reackon.
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