You know when your darling partner says can we go……… and you have that impending sense of a wasted day but you agree because you know that somewhere in the future you will want your angel (an angel is sexless so could be girl/boy or any other form of human life) to accompany you on a wasted day? This particular day it was Denby Potteries to purchase a new dinner service in their 60% sale. I have to admit this wasn’t on my lifetime bucket list, certainly not up there with Macchu Picchu or the sale of my first novel (still waiting) but hey, I guess even Hemingway ate from plates, we all have our needs and hers today was a dinner service, so I acquiesced with good grace. The drive through the beautiful countryside of the North of England was enchanting. it’s heartwarming to know that people can survive in such an environment.
Eventually, surviving what could be reminiscent of a nuclear winter, we arrived. I was surprised how large it was and delighted to discover they had a restaurant. I’m a very fickle person, promise me food and I’ll go anywhere. It struck me that there may be a blog post here (we all do don’t we)
After a scoot around and a bit of snapping with the iphone it was suggested we eat. The food was very good and the service friendly. It was time to spend some money, so off we trundled to the shop. It was there that I discovered that you can take a tour and ‘have a go’ now that would have been fun, but they don’t do them on Saturdays, which I can understand as the factory is probably closed. We entered the shop and I have to admit I was impressed their range is very good and chip proof which is one reason we were there. Our IKEA pottery wasn’t chip proof and my co-ordination isn’t what it was.
Now it began, these or these, or even these. I always take part knowing full well the decision has quite possibly already been made and I am being guided slowly but surely to the correct choice, all the different designs were examined and eventually there were two left this one
and this one
I pondered and shuffled uncomfortably, it was scowl or smile time. As the drum rolled I chose the latter and she smiled. Eureeka! I had passed. We paid, loaded up and headed back through the frozen wasteland home. 🙂