Wishing you all a happy Easter!
I've been ticking off days to this weekend, waiting for the Hall of Fame 2019 countdown. The three days I have been spending as much time as possible in the kitchen, listening to the radio. Tomorrow is the final day, when the overall winner will be revealed. I hope the voting won't bring back The Lark Ascending. Last year it was Tchakovsky's 1812 Overture, and while picking my three choices, I considered for a moment voting strategically to keep it up, but this is not my favourite work by Tchaikovsky.
This year my personal choices didn't do very well - Masquerade Suite went down 40 places to no.224; The Gadfly flew to no.129 (45 down) and even Romeo & Juliet descended from their balcony to no.116 (11 down). Oh well.
As usual, I wonder at some of the ridiculous choices. How could Mario and Rabbids reach no.258, defeating, for example, Die Fledermaus (263) and Vespers (264)? Or Game of Thrones (218) be a higher achiever than Aida (227) or The Thieving Magpie (276)?
Sorry for my rant, but I have noone here to talk to about it, as my guys don't listen to Classic FM.
Back to our week.
Our garden is a riot of colour this week, with parrot tulips revealing their striking colours.
On Sunday my husband came back from his trip to Geneva, and brought us a box of chocolates. We opened the box the next day to see these beauties.
Eddie's trainers got totally broken, and he also needed new PE shoes. We got him the red trainers, and when we went out on Tuesday, I laughed at how his trainers matched his red coat, dark hat and light joggers.
We also bought the latest Tom Gates book, under the condition that he reads it to himself, as I don't want to be involved. We already read every evening together (just started the Greek myths, since Eddie's been enjoying Atlantis series on DVD).
The full Moon...
I love cheese, and will happily eat it for lunch or dinner, with fresh fruit and oatcakes or crispbreads. Peter's Yard crispbreads are the best for cheese. I bought these charcoal and rye crispbreads in Waitrose, as I was curious to try them. I'd say the charcoal is more of a colour than the flavour.
Yesterday we went to Oxford. We didn't do much, just went to McDonalds and to Blackwells, as they promised an Easter egg hunt. The hunt was rather disappointing, as all you had to do was to find a little plastic egg on a shelf. No clues or trail.
While Sash and I returned home earlier, Eddie went with his Dad to Christ Church college, and finally was able to see the hall where they filmed Harry Potter.