The Other Miss Pickering and I headed out on a road trip up north to visit The Small Child at university in Sheffield.
En route we did that thing that starts remember when? and ends in fits of giggles. This particular trip focused on the time we lived in a hotel at weekends, chicken kiev from the room service menu, and minibars, and the fact that we took our kitten with us.
and then out for lunch where we reminisced about more things and took a stroll around the city and found a gold post box. Amazing.
Then we came home, and I took The Hound out and contemplated the differences between city and country.
My Grandmother insists that you are either a city person or a country person and you cannot be happy in the other. Is this true? I've been happy in both, but definitely favour the country, maybe I'm just old?
and also hats off to Vanessa Engle for her walking with dogs documentary last night. Twas brilliant.
I would love to make a documentary of the shop, telling the stories behind why people buy flowers.
Also I haven't read the book. Did you?