Clumsy Kisses

The devil went down to Scunthorpe

Today me and my mother have been to a craft shop in Sheffield. I have a very love/hate realtionship with Sheffield, in that I love it once I’m there but I always manage to get extremely lost on the way there. We ended up nearly in Derbyshire.

The reason for our visit was that the DoCrafts website had a special event on there today. You could see a demonstration making cards, and you could buy a kit for half price, to make Christmas cards. So we did. I’ve spent the afternoon playing with different inks and different embossing powders on different types of paper, and am now copiously covered in glitter. Niiiiice.

Last night we went to Holmfirth, which is a very picturesque little village south of Huddersfield, but is unfortunately the setting for the worst sitcom ever made. The reason we went was that Holmfirth is also home to this very lovely little tapas bar: Les Caveaux. Laura and I discovered it by chance last summer and have been twice since then. She came with me, Himself, and my parents last night. When I say little, I mean little; we were crammed into the corner and couldn’t even see the menu. We had lots of dishes - I had garlic mushrooms and thai vegetable noodles, and raspberry beer, which is yummy. They do have an upstairs, but I think if you’re going to somewhere called Les Caveaux you have to sit in said caveaux (it means ‘cellars’, by the way. Nothing at all to do with caves). My parents loved it, Himself liked it, and Laura and I enjoyed it, again. If you’re ever in the area, do go.

In total contrast to the fine food and wine of last night, we’re having take away chicken and Coke tonight - yum.

We read to know we are not alone

I can’t get a car cos I aint got a job

Let me introduce you to…

Very nice nice nice nice nice… Oh oh.

She didn’t, she didn’t

Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, oh

And the radio is static and