Mum's birthday is coming up, they are away on the big day and so for her present I booked us a table at the Ginger Fox in Hassocks. Mum and Dad don't like 'fussy' food, just to put that into perspective - a quails egg is fussy food. So is anything other than chicken, lamb, pork or beef and any words like Jus make them think that they are being transported into a world of chaos.
So a Sunday lunch at the Ginger Fox ticked all the boxes. My only issue with this is that the food at the Ginger Fox is absolutely lovely - but not really the Sunday Roast. I know that I can do a better attempt at a roast (usually) and if we could go any other day what we'd be eating would be a million times better. However, the prices are the same as normal.
As you know my favourite restaurant is Ginger Man - this is part of the same chain, Ginger Fox doesn't really come close to Ginger Man - but it did mean that Mum and Dad didn't have to battle with parking in Brighton - especially as it was the Brighton Marathon on Sunday.
We got about quarter of the way there when I realised I'd forgotten Mum's present from son. So we had to turn around. Husband was very good and remained calm, though this did mean that we had to do the rest of the journey at a sprint. Imagine my horror when we arrived with 3 minutes to spare and Mum and Dad were not there. They are always at least 30 minutes early. I went and waited outside, but no sign of them.
At 10 past I decided to call, to discover that they were lost. Knowing I'd be useless I gave my phone to husband who managed to guide them in. Fortunately they were only 5 minutes away.
I got the photo for this week from internet. I was very disappointed that that the fox is no longer on top of the pub. I think it must have been blown off. The pheasant was still there and in the middle was a rat (all made out of thatch, don't panic), but all that was left of the fox were some wires sticking up.
Then on Monday morning I went out to walk with Dog. I know that at any point now she's going to be on heat and so it's a bit of a waiting game. She shows no signs and the first you know is that she will run up to a boy dog and start flirting and 'presenting' herself. So whilst I wait I'm on high alert, ready with the lead to haul her away before things start getting frisky.
But no sign today - fortunately - it's a total pain when she is on heat. For 3 weeks you are having to take her for boring walks away from other dogs. Let's face it - if the walks were not boring there would be other dogs there. The only proper exercise she gets is running after balls in the back garden and because our garden is built into a hill it's not really the best scenario. Watch this space.
It was a lovely sunny day on Sunday so I made time to sweep the back patio ready for spring. I woke up on Monday morning and it was blowing a gale. Now the patio is covered in rubbish again. Irritating.
It's been a long morning. I woke at 03:20 - wide awake - and didn't get back to sleep. So I spent time wandering around the house picking up bits for the recycling. Then when I took dog out for a walk I took it down to the recycling bin..... which wasn't there? I popped the bag in my car and dog and I went for a walk. You can tell it's spring - the stupid wood pigeons are back. There were two in the road so I slowed down and drove towards them. They walked forward, I drove forward a bit and they walked forward a bit. In the end I ended up driving the whole way down the road at the speed of 2 walking pigeons. It wasn't until the last minute they had the idea to fly off!
When I got back husband was up and asked him if he knew where bin was... no. So I wandered down the road to see if it had been blown around by the gale. I found a random bin just down the road, sort of near a house, but not properly. I've dragged it back to our house. I'm not sure if I've stolen somebody else's bin.... watch this space.
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