Getting their kit off

I'm a wee bit late tonight, due to the fact that I have been to the theatre. I didn't post earlier because I didn't think you'd want to know about the humdrum day I've had doing mundane things. Well delivering Parish Newsletters isn't interesting is it, traipsing around a village, shoving them through letterboxes, getting my fingers trapped by springs that attack you with a vengeance. And why they design them with brushes that crumple anything you care to push through them I'll never know. Also beware the double flaps, one on the outside and one on the inside, both with springs that will take your skin off. Why can't a letter box be of a universal design, a simple hole in the door with a simple flap, at about head height, instead of  three inches from the ground. Anyway, me and Helen got round the whole lot in double quick time with me helping her.

I won't bother telling you about my afternoon bimbling around Tesco, it was pretty mundane. I went because I needed fuel in my car, and Tesco is the only place I feel safe sticking my credit card in their machine. I read somewhere that some garages of dubious ownership manned by dubious staff, were caught using doctored machines to fleece customers of their card details including pin numbers. I prefer to use supermarket filling stations as I think they are more stringent in their staff selection process. Can't be too carefull.

I had a £4 off voucher for a £30 spend, so I stocked up on a few cupboard and freezer items. They had an offer on Felix pouches so I bought a big box of those, and frozen Quorn sausages and burgers are on offer, I like to keep a few of those in. I was a bit early for the final markdown on the yellow stickers, but I got a few items from the veg department with the second mark down so saved a few bob there.  

Anyway, I digress, you don't want to hear about my boring day. The Plowright Theatre is so called after the actress Joan Plowright, born in Brigg,  North Lincolnshire, she married Laurence Olivier in 1961.  

I loved the film Calendar Girls, and Appleby Frodingham Theatrical Society gave a very entertaining performance tonight. Did they strip off? Yes they did, I laughed out loud when one of them held two buns in front of her chesticles, boy was it funny. The performance was first class, it made a nice change from staying in and watching something on a catch up channel.

It's late, I'm off to bed. Goodnight.