I was impressed with the little man on the TV who used his blue plastic ruler to show there'd been 3" of snow fallen in Kent – that was until Una blogged me and said she'd got 17"! I have asked for her address, believing it to be a great deal closer to the North Pole than Kent is, but have yet to receive a reply
We knew it was coming didn't we – it'd been heralded with almost as much excitement as the Royal wedding – but as usual has caused chaos, and the promise of it caused much consternation for me and the girls, when we headed on up to Birmingham for our 'Here Come the Girls' night out.
Debbie did the driving, and the five of us were wedged into her Renault – wedged because we had so many layers of clothes, snow shoes, blankets, spades and a portaloo, there was precious room to move! We had to head into Warwick where Julie lives, to get changed, knock back a glass of mulled wine and chomp on a mince pie before the taxi came to take us to the station.
Last November I saw Lulu, Anastacia and Chaka Khan in London, but we'd chosen Birmingham this time, and of course Heather Small had taken Chaka's place in the trio. Julie had planned our journey meticulously, and had even booked us seats on the train… unfortunately the digital displays above the seats weren't working, so we had to stand.
We did give a small thought to asking the world weary commuters whose bottoms were warming our chosen places of rest to get up and give them back, but soothed by the mulled wine, we thought better of it! Sophie – our very friendly ticket inspector – confirmed that yes, we did have seats, but no she didn't want to ask folk to move either!! To be fair it was a relatively short journey, and we arrived in plenty of time to take our seats for our pre-show dinner – fab!
We'd got our tickets ages before but Lulu, being the lovely lady that she is, had arranged for us to be closer to the stage – so close we could see the hairs up the guitarist's nose! (worrying as she was female…) but that said, it was brilliant. The girls LOVED it, and I have to say that Heather Small was superb too.
Seriously, if you want a corking night out, you can't go wrong with this show. Lulu was her spectacular self, and as before, I found it astounding that such a mighty voice can come from such a tiny person :) She looked awesome in her skin-tight outfit, and at 62 years old, can shake her booty along with the best of them.
Never mind shaking our booty, all six of us were 'giving it large' in the third row, and I have to make a somewhat tardy apology to the lady in front whose hair I kept catching my fingers in, when really rocking!!! :)
The fact that we all got to meet Lulu at the end of the show was the icing on the cake, and I thought you'd like to see this picture she had taken with us (top left). The feather boa effect around my neck is in fact my scarf which was part of the many layers I had on!!
Now for some more news…
It was a great night out, and followed a pretty difficult couple of weeks, where I've been worried about Sam – his health and his future. You've all been so kind with your advice and thoughts which have mirrored my own, and played a large part in my conversation with Sam when he told me he had decided to leave Uni.
Having been poorly almost since day one, struggled with the constant walking to and from lectures and back to halls, and felt too far from home, he's packed his things and come back. Some may feel it's too soon to make such a decision, but Sam's association with being ill, is with being very ill, and in hospital, and so to have to try and get on with it, when I've always been there to help in the past, is too much is too much I feel…
Life is too short to be unhappy, and I feel he's been through so much in the last three years I just want to see him settled. He's moved in with Ruth his girlfriend, and they're only a short drive from me, so I don't miss him as much…
But the missing him, and Jack and Lucy, had led me to make another decision, and that was to sell my house. A couple who desperately wanted to move into the village had contacted me a year ago, and so after Sam had gone, I got in touch and set things in motion. I've been rattling around in it like a pea in a drum since they went, not dealing really well with my empty nest, and so when the snow fell on Tuesday, I was packing my life up in a van and heading off to a tiny cottage just a mile or so away…
I can see sheep through my bedroom window – well they're a bit camouflaged at present cos of the snow – but when I get past the boxes and muddle I'll write again and let you know how I'm getting on. I've not been 100% certain it was going to happen which is why I've not said anything until now, but that's why I've been a tad addled over the last month! Moving is never easy, but sometimes change is a good thing, don't you think? :)
Take care, and keep warm and in touch, as it would be good to hear from you,
Love Ali xx