Ditzy Trap

So I booked tickets for my friend and I to see the Mousetrap on Friday 12th July at 7.30. The tickets arrived yesterday and I was about to file them in a safe place (that I will probably forget) when I saw the message PLEASE CHECK YOUR TICKETS. I so nearly ignored this as usual but something just made me check whilst laughing at myself for bothering. Just as well I did – I appear to have booked the matinee on Saturday 13th! I’m sure in is their mistake but we’ll go with it 🤣🤣

#theatre #shows #ditzy #mistakes #Norwich #themousetrap


Never Too Much

Walking past the fair in Lowestoft today I heard Luther Vandros singing “Never too much”. As well as bringing back fond memories of dancing the night away to this in Tenerife in 1987 it also reminded me of an event last year.

Alison and I went to a concert at Priory Park in Southend. We managed to lose the tickets between the house and car and had to go back for them. We did manage to get the right train from Rayleigh and locate the venue. We found our spot in the marquee – right under a drip. We moved and found the grass very easy to dance on – in was quite slippery. Great – until we discovered it was because someone had chundered. Anyway, the highlight of the show was a Luther Vandros tribute act. We sang and danced and both decided we so wanted to see the real thing. When we eventually got in to Alison’s (as we’d forgotten to take a key) we excitedly told Kev and Mark our plans. “Luther Vandros. Las Vegas. All of us. Next Year”. They both looked at us, looked at each other  and laughing told us of his long gone departure from this world! Strike that off the bucket list then.


My very own mitten string

I’m forever losing things. So much so that when I met Mark, I told him that he had to pass an assessment of making sure I always had my purse, bag, phone and keys whenever we went anywhere. He passed with full colours and bless him, still keeps his cool when I now also have to look for my glasses, false teeth and hearing aid too!

I definitely need to keep my falsies on a string, or as my dentist suggested have them fitted with GPS tracking. Once at a party my newly fitted bottom nashers were so uncomfortable I removed them and put them in my bag. All went well until my bag was stolen and my nashers were never seen again. I did report it to the police, on line and had several chuckles thinking of them reading this especially when they replied “can you please advise what else was in your bag with your teeth”. It also made me laugh to picture the thief’s face – no money, no phone just a lippy and false nashers!

Once these had been replaced I then lost them temporarily, when I wrapped them in the kebab wrapper on a pissed night out and left them in my husbands car when he collected us. He went to work the next morning and decided to clear all the kebab wrappers out of the car into the work bin – teeth included. Luckily this only went into the bin by the smokers hut and not in the back of his bin lorry.

Another Two days of teeth hunting over. Mark looked in all the bins but found them staring out of the washing machine – clean and sparkly – after washing my trousers!