Deb’s Digest

Are we gluttons for punishment? All in the name of research we visited The Room in Liverpool. What a difference. Same menu but somehow the food was so much better. My crispy duck  was a beautifully cooked duck breast with little shreds of crispy duck between sliver-thin slices of crisp parsnip. I decided I couldn’t [...]

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We went to The Room in Manchester for lunch. A cross between a gentleman’s club and a canteen. Soup took on a whole new meaning and came disguised as an inch of thick white paste in the bottom of a huge white bowl. It was only my husband’s scowl that prevented me from asking where [...]

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On the recommendation of the artist son we went along to the Tate Liverpool to see the exhibition of the work of the French artist Niki de Saint Phalle. Anything that involves an admission fee is a no-no as far as my husband’s concerned (I only hope St Peter doesn’t require one) so I had [...]

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The artist son has got more of his work in magazines – this time it’s his Terrorism Kit. He had to post it to London so that photos could be taken. He sent it recorded but was at a loss when he had to describe the contents to the cashier at the post office.

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The sky has been unbelievable lately – morning and night.

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I’m getting far more hits than usual since the artist son re-did my website – it seems that whatever someone searches for on Google it somehow brings them to this site – I only hope they aren’t disappointed when they get here. For instance Keane fans searching for the latest news on their idols,  suddenly [...]

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Our younger son is coming home for the weekend from London. I couldn’t say where his home is at the moment because for the past six months his address has been  “no fixed abode” while he was waiting for his flat purchase to go through. This week, after yet more dire warnings over the future [...]

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Southport today as snapped by the artist son

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Another day – another pensioner outing. Again the Tom Tom was set and again the driver completely ignored the instructions – I now realise that he sees it as a battle of wills – his over hers. This can only be because he knows he can’t win an argument with me. I decided to leave [...]

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Our day trip to Skipton made us hanker after a longer break in the Yorkshire Dales – perhaps not the best week to go considering the weather forecast – but we went anyway and visited all our usual haunts, staying at The Aldwark Manor where there are always great deals.Fish, chips and mushy peas at [...]

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