Little bits of this and that...... but none of the other!
The holiday......
Posted 02-08-2008 at 15:42 by Margaret Pilkington
Updated 02-08-2008 at 21:03 by Margaret Pilkington
Updated 02-08-2008 at 21:03 by Margaret Pilkington
Gizmo keeps telling me i promised to tell you about the holiday....and that I haven't done.......who's a nawdy girl then?
Well, I guess that'd have to be ME........with Maltesers, you have to find a new way to be naughty....and I'm not showing my bra to anyone
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Before we went away I asked Ma what the hotel was called....she, daft old bird that she is couldn't remember.
I said 'Look on the tickets'
'Oh never thought of that' says she!
Came back a couple of minutes later and told me it was The Burlington.
I got onto the internet and looked at where it was....and there were some reviews too.
It looked like the hotel was out of Torquay and on the road up to Babbacombe......well, it is more a goat walk really.......I could feel my calf muscles glowing at the thought of it.
The reviews were not very complimentary, but I didn't tell Ma this.
We were over at Burnley bus station by 7.30...though our coach wasn't due to pick us up until 7.50.
Ma has a thing about being early......she hates to be late.
We waited and we waited and we waited.
I got out the documents to see if there was a number to ring in the event of the coach not turning up....nope, couldn't see anything.......I was just scratching my head and about to ring the main office in Scotland when the coach came round the corner...it was nearly half past eight....the chap apologised he had had to fill up with diesel and then got stuck in traffic.
We were on the back row...next to the lavvy...at Ma's request.
We were told that we could spread out as the coach wasn't full......there was plenty of leg room anyway.
For the next three hours we were given a tour round the industrial towns of the North West......Oldham, Rochdale, Bury, Manchester and Stockport....we hadn't left the North and we had been on the road for three hours.
Now, we are both used to coach tours...but our usual coach operator doesn't do this trundling round these towns......they have magical 'feeder' buses...they pick up in all these places and then we all embark on the coach for resort at the Lymm interchange and we are on our way.
Fortunately Ma and I are quite laid back and it didn't bother us too much going....but it really got on Ma's wick coming back.
Ma kept saying it was a good job it was me with her and not Debbie......she would have been going mad.
The journey down was quite pleasant once we got under way properly...it was lovely and sunny.....but the air con in the coach was very good at keeping us cool.
Everyone on the coach was very friendly, and chatting amiably.
I had packed a coolbag with lovely wholemeal sandwiches.....roast chicken and bacon with mayo and black pepper dressing......some little cherry tomatoes......grapes and cherries for sweetness....and plenty of drinks and a bottle of ice....which slowly turns to iced water as we travel......there were crisps and a couple of choccy biccies too just in case Ma went hypo.
We stopped at Warwick and ma stayed on the coach with her butties...I got off and got a paper and a milk shake which Ma said she fancied.
Ma kept on wondering what it would be for the evening meal....even though she had only just eaten......she loves the anticipation of the food being cooked for her.
She didn't have too long to wait because the people at the hotel phoned the driver and asked him to ask us our choices for the evening meal......Ma chose Beef Casserole.......I chose Vegetable Risotto.
Ma was smacking her lips at the thought of dinner, for the rest of the way down there.
We didn't get to the hotel until 6pm....and dinner was at 6.30.......Our room was on the ground floor.....at the back of the hotel.....it was clean and the beds were comfortable.......we overlooked the garden and a patio.
It bore no resemblance to the reviews I had seen on the internet......the bathroom only had a bath, but I could live with that...the towels were soft and fluffy and there were tea and coffee making facilities.
The beds...(there were two single and a double) had good pillows(not communion wafers) and lovely duvets.....I always look inside the duvet covers.....I don't like to see grey stained duvets...these looked like new.
We only had time for a very quick lick and a promise before it was time to go down to Dinner.
Yes......I know I said we were on the ground floor, but the dining room was down a flight of stairs.
The risotto wasn't really risotto, but vegetable rice, but it was served with a lovely salad and i also got a dish of cooked veggies too....I was really going to get my five a day, that day.
Ma said that the casserole was delicious, but there was far too much for her to eat.
It was a good job that we were on a table with Gary, Gill and Gills' mother Ida.
Gary was a big strapping lad(no, not fat...solid and muscular) and he was more than happy to help Ma out with her dilemma.
We hit it off straight away with our meal mates.....not like us at all(!)
Once dinner was over we both went upstairs to the room.......Ma lay down on the bed and in just a few short moments her sonorous breathing told me she was asleep.
I read and listened to my music for a while and then I decided that I should get some kip as we had a busy day ahead of us tomorow.
Well, I guess that'd have to be ME........with Maltesers, you have to find a new way to be naughty....and I'm not showing my bra to anyone
.Before we went away I asked Ma what the hotel was called....she, daft old bird that she is couldn't remember.
I said 'Look on the tickets'
'Oh never thought of that' says she!
Came back a couple of minutes later and told me it was The Burlington.
I got onto the internet and looked at where it was....and there were some reviews too.
It looked like the hotel was out of Torquay and on the road up to Babbacombe......well, it is more a goat walk really.......I could feel my calf muscles glowing at the thought of it.
The reviews were not very complimentary, but I didn't tell Ma this.
We were over at Burnley bus station by 7.30...though our coach wasn't due to pick us up until 7.50.
Ma has a thing about being early......she hates to be late.
We waited and we waited and we waited.
I got out the documents to see if there was a number to ring in the event of the coach not turning up....nope, couldn't see anything.......I was just scratching my head and about to ring the main office in Scotland when the coach came round the corner...it was nearly half past eight....the chap apologised he had had to fill up with diesel and then got stuck in traffic.
We were on the back row...next to the lavvy...at Ma's request.
We were told that we could spread out as the coach wasn't full......there was plenty of leg room anyway.
For the next three hours we were given a tour round the industrial towns of the North West......Oldham, Rochdale, Bury, Manchester and Stockport....we hadn't left the North and we had been on the road for three hours.
Now, we are both used to coach tours...but our usual coach operator doesn't do this trundling round these towns......they have magical 'feeder' buses...they pick up in all these places and then we all embark on the coach for resort at the Lymm interchange and we are on our way.
Fortunately Ma and I are quite laid back and it didn't bother us too much going....but it really got on Ma's wick coming back.
Ma kept saying it was a good job it was me with her and not Debbie......she would have been going mad.
The journey down was quite pleasant once we got under way properly...it was lovely and sunny.....but the air con in the coach was very good at keeping us cool.
Everyone on the coach was very friendly, and chatting amiably.
I had packed a coolbag with lovely wholemeal sandwiches.....roast chicken and bacon with mayo and black pepper dressing......some little cherry tomatoes......grapes and cherries for sweetness....and plenty of drinks and a bottle of ice....which slowly turns to iced water as we travel......there were crisps and a couple of choccy biccies too just in case Ma went hypo.
We stopped at Warwick and ma stayed on the coach with her butties...I got off and got a paper and a milk shake which Ma said she fancied.
Ma kept on wondering what it would be for the evening meal....even though she had only just eaten......she loves the anticipation of the food being cooked for her.
She didn't have too long to wait because the people at the hotel phoned the driver and asked him to ask us our choices for the evening meal......Ma chose Beef Casserole.......I chose Vegetable Risotto.
Ma was smacking her lips at the thought of dinner, for the rest of the way down there.
We didn't get to the hotel until 6pm....and dinner was at 6.30.......Our room was on the ground floor.....at the back of the hotel.....it was clean and the beds were comfortable.......we overlooked the garden and a patio.
It bore no resemblance to the reviews I had seen on the internet......the bathroom only had a bath, but I could live with that...the towels were soft and fluffy and there were tea and coffee making facilities.
The beds...(there were two single and a double) had good pillows(not communion wafers) and lovely duvets.....I always look inside the duvet covers.....I don't like to see grey stained duvets...these looked like new.
We only had time for a very quick lick and a promise before it was time to go down to Dinner.
Yes......I know I said we were on the ground floor, but the dining room was down a flight of stairs.
The risotto wasn't really risotto, but vegetable rice, but it was served with a lovely salad and i also got a dish of cooked veggies too....I was really going to get my five a day, that day.
Ma said that the casserole was delicious, but there was far too much for her to eat.
It was a good job that we were on a table with Gary, Gill and Gills' mother Ida.
Gary was a big strapping lad(no, not fat...solid and muscular) and he was more than happy to help Ma out with her dilemma.
We hit it off straight away with our meal mates.....not like us at all(!)
Once dinner was over we both went upstairs to the room.......Ma lay down on the bed and in just a few short moments her sonorous breathing told me she was asleep.
I read and listened to my music for a while and then I decided that I should get some kip as we had a busy day ahead of us tomorow.
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I felt as if I was there with you, reading that.
 I almost want to lie down on the bed that's going spare.  |
Posted 02-08-2008 at 16:25 by garinda
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G, you would have loved it...well apart from the long ride down and the even longer(or so it seemed) ride back.
We had a laugh a minute! |
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Posted 02-08-2008 at 19:04 by Margaret Pilkington
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Certainly looks nice and once again you have made new friends
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Posted 03-08-2008 at 21:45 by BERNADETTE
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