A bonus post tonight, which is code for saying I need to get on with blogging or I’ll be overwhelmed by the time 17 May comes around.
The big news of the day is that I’m being followed on Twitter by someone called Jemima who clearly has impeccable taste;
If you can find the unlikely connection between these three (NB Jemima also follows Jedward and The Scottish Government) you can keep it to yourself.
My Dad visited on Saturday. We thought a day in Sheffield’s gardens would be respite for mum, and for him.
Dad’s views on our gardening efforts to date aren’t recorded, but I think he enjoyed the view from the window.
We took a walk round the Botanic Gardens,
where Dad met a lady who studied at Cambridge and they compared notes on Botanic Gardens before Dad made his usual purchases of unpronounceable plants.
40 minutes walk was just enough for his legs, but he bounded up the steps back to the car rather quicker than those 30 years younger.
On a whim we decided to show him the Winter Gardens, which have been featured on the World Snooker Championships in Sheffield this last month.
I believe this is the actual cue ball used at the Crucible;
Dad recognised the glasshouse from the BBC coverage, but like me was unable to name any of the stars arrayed round the Crucible itself. Except Ronnie.
40 years ago snooker was full of memorable faces, like Chas & Dave, who won the Margate Invitational Doubles in 1985 and recorded this pop classic to celebrate.
Just enough time to show Dad the Peace Gardens, which had turned off the water features to prevent Covid spread.
Dad was surprised by the size of Sheffield, and the amount of industry surviving in Brightside.
Not much industry in our quick stop halfway home. Given that clue, naming the pubs should be easy.
Dad had a great time. Mum had missed him, but I think she had a great day too.