Ode to a chicken wrap

Godrevy Cafe Mexican chicken wrap

The ultimate deliciousness.

I have a confession to make. I just spent the weekend with one of my oldest friends and had the best time. But do you know what I want to tell you about? A chicken wrap. Not our spectacular dancing to an extremely well curated 90s Spotify playlist, nor the South Indian curry I made. I’m keeping schtum about seeing Simon Amstell do his live stand-up at the Hall for Cornwall on Sunday night. Not the seals playing in the surf, the stunning Helford walk, nor the spectacular cinnamon coloured cotton trousers I found in New Look. These will get nothing but the merest mention. Nope. It’s all about a wrap. The Wrap. The perfect ‘Mexican chicken wrap’, which can only be found at Godrevy Cafe, near Gwithian.

Now to begin this tale of wrappiness, I need to take us in our time machine back to the summer of 2004 when I lived in Gwithian campsite in my beloved caravan, commuted by bicycle to work at ‘Take Me Home’ deli and tried to surf in the evenings. Lidl had just made its exotic appearance in Hayle, and life was sweet. The only place I would bring my caravan guests was Godrevy Cafe, because of the Mexican Wrap (which in those days had succulent, hot crispy and still rare steak in it. Oh my.) What began a decade ago as a preference is now suddenly bordering on obsessive.
Walk at Gwithian Cornwall

Saturday’s walk started off sunny

Why this wrap is so awesome
Beginning life as a steak wrap, the Mexican chicken wrap is one of three wrap related items offered on the handwritten menu at this popular walking rest stop in the National Trust carpark at Godrevy.
I don’t know what year it was that steak was discontinued and chicken became the star of the show, but at some point this decision was made by a brave and daring person with excellent taste buds. Nowadays, the well seasoned juicy grilled chicken with crispy edges nestles gently and satisfyingly among the grated cheese, avocado, tomato, yoghurt and lettuce within.
Storm clouds across St Ives bay

Then the storm clouds gathered on the way back.

Can words do it justice?
I wondered if I could write a song (or perhaps Wrap Rap), but instead I am going to list the things which made me so happy last weekend.

Wrappiness is…

  • Hanging out with my old mate Croz
  • Walking in gusts of wind so strong it’s a work out
  • Spotify playlist parties, particularly a 90s pop mix
  • Getting dressed up for a night at the theatre
  • Celebrity spotting in ‘Mannings of Truro’ while we grabbed a quick pre-theatre bite (yes, Harry Enfield and Matt Horne, we spied you)
  • Managing to almost get away with taking the dog upstairs at Godrevy Cafe because I went all that way for a chicken wrap and just had to have it.
Re. the new ‘no dogs upstairs’ rule, I think they ought to reconsider. There’s not much seating downstairs and almost everyone visiting the cafe brings their dog, and on Saturday downstairs was rammed with people queuing out the door. All the seating was packed and the people in the queue or waiting for a table loom over everyone sitting down to ‘enjoy’ their cream teas etc. So without letting dogs upstairs, the choice for people with dogs is: 1. Don’t visit the cafe. 2. Eat outside in a howling gale with lashing hail stones or 3. Lurk and pounce on 1 spare seat in the hope of acquiring another. If I was King I would let dogs sit upstairs too. Upstairs is twice as big as down, and on this particular day was only half full. We decided to flout the rules, and we quietly sat upstairs and only got mildly informed of the rules after we’d finished our lunch.
Dogless ‘or no’, I implore you to visit Godrevy Cafe and try it for yourself. If you can’t do that, then here is my interpretation of the Wrap for you to to try at home (makes 1 wrap):
Copycat Mexican Chicken Wrap Recipe
Flatten a boneless chicken thigh
Season with salt and grill until crispy on the edges and just cooked within.
While the chicken’s grilling:
Chop half a ripe avocado into cubes
Chop a good tomato into cubes
Shred some iceberg lettuce
Grate some cheddar
Open the plain yoghurt
Chop up some soft herbs
Warm a thin wrap through in a clean, dry frying pan (it helps it to bend a bit more elastically), I like Lidl’s coriander ones but as you can see Godrevy cafe use a red one so use one like that if you can find something similar.
On top of the warmed wrap, layer the lettuce, tomato, avocado, yoghurt dollop, sliced crispy warm chicken and a scattering of grated cheese in a small mound in the centre.
Grind some black pepper over
Top with a little chopped fresh basil, coriander, mint or parsley for a herby hit
Dress the whole lot with a squeeze of lemon and a splash of oil.
Roll up the bottom of the wrap, tuck in the sides and roll up tightly. Slice in half. Eat. Swoon.
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And of course, I have to say something about the delightful Simon Amstell. He was brilliant and I’m so pleased we were part of what he called the “oddest” audience of the tour so far. I’m proud of you Simon. In fact I’m proud of us all.
Simon Amstell is on tour with “To Be Free” Details can be found here: http://www.simonamstell.co.uk/

A Valentine’s trip to the far west: Beautiful Sennen Cove, Cornwall

I love Sennen. Love, love love. My favourite beach in the world? Gwenver, just across the bay from Sennen Cove. Yup.
sunset dog running sennen cornwall
I think I first went to Sennen in 1999 with my oldest friend Caroline. We took our surfboards, hers ‘Big Red’, mine ‘Swirly Purple’ that each matched our little cars. The first time I stood at the top of the path looking down to Gwenver beach I felt like I’d come home. Ever since then we’ve camped at Trevedra Farm, partied at the then Whitesands Lodge youth hostel, and now we’ve graduated to a gorgeous cosy cottage overlooking the sea. Sennen Cove is top of my list of places to ‘go on holiday’ in Cornwall: it’s a long way down (almost at Lands End) so it still has the sleepy, off the grid, “closed up for the winter” surfy vibe of Cornwall of 15 years ago.
Lands End Valentines day sign

So of course, for our first Valentine’s day as a marreeeed pair, I wanted to take my beau there for the weekend.

We drove down on Friday after work, and arrived to a lowering gunmetal sky with the whole bay awash with white water. We stopped in the road to take a picture: we’d seen no cars for a few miles. The feeling of reaching the last outpost of peace and extreme cosiness before falling into the Atlantic was just marvellous.

Where we stayed: Cormorant Cottage

Tents are not an option in February so I found the gorgeous Cormorant Cottage, an old fisherman’s terrace of 6 overlooking the sea. To find it you go beyond the lifeboat station, past the Roundhouse and on to the carpark, where the road ends and the coast path begins. The neat little cottage with its open fire, well planned kitchen and amazing shower (a treat for us, our shower at home is still attached with an elastic band) was just what we wanted. They’d even put fresh flowers out and a pint of milk to welcome us.

 

sennen from hill view cornwall
We’re a bit stupid though, and headed straight for the pub. The Old Success Inn has had a dramatic facelift recently, all painted white and pale blue, with bright lights over the bar for a beach hut feel. Last time it was mostly brown and lovably dingy and we crowded round the window to watch dolphins jumping in the bay outside. There seems to be some controversy over this makeover, but really, there’s not a lot of choice. It’s such a friendly and cosy pub, with little kids and other dogs wandering over to make friends, and everyone nodding and smiling at each other as the pub slowly filled up.

Views from our weekend in Sennen Cove for Valentines weekend 2015

Why romance is better without Rattler

I say we’re stupid because we don’t learn from our mistakes. We’re idiots. Why? Because Rattler. The devil’s juice. So delicious. So crisp, so much better than any other ciders. Not sippable – only gluggable. So evil. After half a pint we started shout-talking, by the end of the first pint I was ravenous for a second. We gleefully swilled down two pints laughing, talking nonsense and rocking about in our chairs before lurching home for our Marks & Spencers feast. So, so drunk. It is not romantic to be drunk, with slightly undercooked fish pie smeared down my top, dancing to Liberty X in front of the fire, while my dear husband passed out on the sofa. Rattler. It’s not the first time. It’s not even the fifth or sixth time things have gone wrong after Rattler.

cliff walk to lands end

The monstrous hangover I faced on Saturday morning threatened to derail the romance weekend further. The Peeb had also got confused about ‘no Valentines presents’ and thought that also meant ‘no cards’. It never means that. Valentine’s cards are the best card of the lot, especially when they include a hand written poem. (His did.) Moving on from that, we got our boots on and set out on the coast path right outside the front door and walked round to Lands End and on to Nanjizal or Mill Bay. Stunning. We saw a big grey seal just hanging out in the surf.lands end coast path view

Monstrous hangover beaten by Bloody Mary

We turned inland, and found our way to The First and Last Inn because they were the only pub around showing the rugby. We arrived at 2:03pm so the “kitchen was closed”. We made lunch out of a Bloody Mary for me, a couple of rank pork pies and Dairylea slices (unexpectedly delicious) from Costcutter. And a bag of salty peanuts… Happy Valentine’s Day. Two good things happened in the pub: the Bloody Mary trounced my hangover and we won the game.

hill run down to sennen cove cornwall

We headed back down to Sennen Cove, along the path opposite Costcutter, and cut across to come down over the huge dunes to the beach. Sprinting down a steep sandy path is the best fun: the fastest, most effort free, crazy-legged run down to the beach.happy beach dog sennen cove sunset

 

After our sunset walk and dog party, we stopped in the pub for a pint of Strongbow, then headed home to the cottage to watch The Bodyguard (my first time. Loved it). Having an open fire is so atmospheric – it crackles and pops and whumfs. And was bloody hot. Fantastic.

lands end sunset cornwall The weekend continued in this way, with the wind dropping and sun shining on us on Sunday. We sat on the beach being gently warmed by the rays in the morning, ate the pretty good carvery at the Old Success Inn, napped blissfully in the cottage, and listened to the sea breathing the Lion’s Breath. It was a beautiful weekend that felt like a proper holiday.
lifeguard hut sunset sennen cove

Thank you for reading. If you have lovely Sennen memories / Rattler confessions / Liberty X dance tips, please drop me “just a little” note in the comments below. x
Perranuthnoe winter beach walk

A busy week of Cornish deliciousness & terror at the theatre

Sunday Roast at the Victoria Inn

I’ve been a busy girl this week and it’s been brilliant. On Sunday we went to the Victoria Inn at Perranuthnoe to try their Sunday roast for the first time. We go there more often than we should as there’s a lovely beach that’s perfect for dog walking at mid-low tide. We time our walks around the tides and the pub opening times as they’re one of the few places you can get the best cider (Cornish Orchards) on tap. I had the roast beef, the Peeb had confit duck leg with bubble and squeak. He said it was the best thing he’s ever eaten. My roast beef was beautifully pink and tender and the taste was delicate and totally delicious, having been roasted overnight for 12 hours at 52 degrees. 
The Yorkshire pud was crisp and truly tasty, the roast potatoes perfectly crisp on the outside and delicious and soft inside. They serve greens/cauliflower cheese and roasted carrots in a dish on the side – we ate all of it even though it was massive. A perfect roast with a perfect pint. No wonder the little pink pub has made it into this list of the top 10 places to eat in Cornwall…

Woman in Black at the Hall for Cornwall

But that’s not even it for a great week! Last night we went to see the Woman in Black at the Hall for Cornwall in Truro. Based on the 1983 novella by Susan Hill, this two man stage show is dramatic and goose-bump causing in the extreme. Being scared so much in a theatre has a comic element to it too, and I’ve never laughed with terror before. It’s a fantastically clever production, a play-within-a-play, and I loved every second of it. Go, see it, it’s on until Saturday in Truro then around the UK for the next few months. Visit the Hall for Cornwall site for tickets.

Dinner at Hooked, Truro

Before going to the theatre, we ate the ‘pre-theatre menu’ (a bargain £13.95 for two courses) at Hooked, just over the way from the theatre. We shared a snifter of fresh crab and mussel Bouillabaisse with a hunk of gorgeous olive-oily salty bread. Yum. Then I had fish of the day, which was  sea bass simply roasted with shredded greens, a creamy sauce flavoured with tarragon and teeny tiny clams, and some baked new potatoes which looked like they were wearing 80s shiny brown leather jackets and gave the whole thing a really delicious slightly sweet, smokey flavour. The Peeb at roasted pork belly which was the right combo of crisp and soft and I can’t remember what it came with because he ate it so fast I didn’t get to see it, let alone taste it. He said it’s the best pork belly he’s had in a long time because he’s recently had a lot of soft-fat pork belly when he prefers the crisper version where most of the fat between the layers of meat has rendered away… So he was very, very happy. We then shared the Chocolate and Orange mousse with shortbread biscuit. This looked a little pale and uninteresting but don’t be fooled, it was punchily chocolatey and had little bits of orange zest to tickle those greedy taste buds as we slurped it all up. Hooked is my new favourite restaurant in Truro town, that’s for sure.

So how lucky am I this week? Oh, and it also snowed! So pretty to see Carn Brea with a dusting of twinkling white… Hope you have a great rest of the week. x

Walking back to our guests

Our cliff top Cornish wedding – part 2

OK so to carry on with the tale, I’m going to tell you about where we got married.

We wanted a wedding where we could get all our loved ones in one place, and spend as much time as we could all together. We looked at country house type venues, and barns with accommodation, but we were put off by the amount of hard work those weddings can be. So my mum somehow Derren Browned me into loving a particular hotel, with stunning views, Danish design (very important for us) and a cliff top location that even in a serious storm is both stunning and cosy at the same time.

Our venue

We chose, of course, the Polurrian Bay Hotel in Mullion. The food, the booze, the organisation (it seemed very laid back but they were working like machines to get everything flowing seamlessly) and the location were just the stuff of dreams. I’ve never had an idea in my head of my ‘dream wedding’ at all, but what that hotel gave me was better than anything I could have thought of. The team including Clare, Sarah and Johann and of course the chefs in the kitchen are all awesome and I know every single one of the guests loved every minute of their stay. We had the whole place to ourselves for the weekend, with almost everyone arriving on the Friday evening (boozy partying until 3am? Ooops) and staying to wave us off on Sunday lunchtime. We walked the coast path, and down to the cove to see the waves, and it was all just so relaxing and special and intimate… and while that is a lot to do with our friends and family – the hotel staff were brilliant too.

  • Winter wedding walk Cornwall Another quiet moment for our guest Birds eye view of the coast winter wedding cornwall Bride and Groom sneak off to walk the dog Cliff top Cornish wedding Cliff top wedding Cornwall sunset Clifftop wedding Cornwall winter wedding at sunset Dancing begins Dress detail Everyone loves a wedding ceilidh Good luck hug Hair getting done He puts a ring on it Holding hands during the ceremony Lacing the dress is a serious business Left holding the bouquet More and more paperwhite flowers My wedding flowers Nazan sees me for the first time Nosy bride spies  out the window Old friends Our dog at our wedding Paperwhites everywhere simple and elegant Paperwhites from the Scillies everywhere Pics at sunset Romance is catching at weddings Sunset view Polurrian Bay hotel wedding Swinging Ceilidh band The Tinners Table settings winter wedding cornwall Tears and love on our wedding day in Cornwall Terrace and amazing sunshine in November The ceremony room The last photo still dancing The view out of my window at the Polurrian Walking back to our guests Walking to marry my husband We got married We kissed for an indecent amount of time We went for a walk Wedding cake detail Wedding cake with anenomes and silver Wedding ceilidh in Cornwall The Tinners Wedding flowers holding hands Wheres our dinnerThe highlights for me were:
  • Trekking down a tiny cliff path for those cinematic shots of Alan’s and cutting my toe on a bramble, and having to wrap grass around my toe to keep blood off my dress…
  • Glasses of fizz on the terrace when the deed was done and the party begun
  • A delicious meal of crab and smoked salmon tian, followed by roast chicken with wild mushrooms, and then the epic cake…
  • Our Cornish band, the Tinners, who ceilidh us up a good ‘un. I didn’t expect so many people to dance…
  • My Dad’s face when I came down the stairs
  • That lovely hour or so of my Mum pinning flowers in my hair
  • Seeing my fiance at the end of the aisle waiting for me
  • My nieces singing for us, and playing the guitar and being generally awesome
  • My sister’s song for us which was very Danish and very much fun and beautifully written
  • The speeches, both the planned and the unplanned…

The only thing I might have changed is to perhaps go away not immediately after the wedding. We left the next day at noon, but it felt too soon, and I wonder if we had trapped everyone there we could have extended the party for a couple more days..?! But we did go and had many adventures around Cambodia and Vietnam. But that is a story for next time.

Nighty night.

PS. Our Reading: I can’t find the link any more! So here it is, reproduced for your reading pleasure. I didn’t write this and there are shorter versions all over the place, but this is the long one. It’s not really Apache but written by screenwriter Albert Maltz for the movie Broken Arrow in the 1940s apparently. It was read to us during the ceremony by my friend Emily who is frikken wonderful. Here is the reading, perfect for non-religious, atheist and humanist wedding ceremonies if you ask me.

An Apache Blessing

May the sun bring you new strength by day,

May the moon softly restore you by night,

May the rain wash away your fears,

And the breeze invigorate your being,

May you, all the days of your life together,

Walk gently through the world and know its beauty.

Treat yourselves and each other with respect,

and remind yourselves often of what brought you together.

Give the highest priority to the tenderness,

gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves.

When frustration, difficulties and fear assail your relationship,

as they threaten all relationships at one time or another,

remember to focus on what is right between you,

not only the part which seems wrong.

In this way, you can ride out the storms,

when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives,

remembering that even if you lose sight of it for a moment,

the sun is still there.

And if each of you takes

responsibility for the quality of your life together,

it will be marked by abundance and delight.

Now you will feel no rain,

For each of you will be shelter for the other,

Now you will feel no cold,

For each of you will be warmth to the other,

Now there is no more loneliness,

For each of you will be company for the other,

Now you are two persons,

But there is only one life before you.

Go to your dwelling,

Enter into the days of your life together

And may your days be good and long upon the earth

PPS. I realise I have said more about the peoples and things that made the wedding, rather than the feelings and the emotions of the day, but that is because that stuff is hard to write down. Maybe for another time. x

Our winter wedding in Cornwall

Our Cliff Top Winter Wedding in Cornwall

Well, well well. It’s been a while… how you doin’? I am just great, and a wife! It’s been a life changing few months and yet it all feels very normal and comforting to call ‘husband!’ and my beloved responds “WHAT????!!!!!  WHAT DO YOU WANT, WIFE?” and then we have a row about nothing and all is well. It’s not really like that I’m making it all up.  I might as well confess I’m reading Gone Girl at the moment and I’m half way through (read til 2am it was annoyingly intriguing) and I think this is affecting my storytelling of the wedding ding ding ding!

Our winter wedding in Cornwall

Why brides don’t cry on their wedding day

Anyway. I’m going to gush now. It was just the most perfect day, a perfect weekend and I was so happy the whole time I beamed and loved everyone and everything so so so much I was bursting. I felt so blissfully happy the whole thing went so smoothly, I didn’t notice anything that went wrong – even when I was informed of some teeny thing to do with the table plan I didn’t even understand the problem until last week. It was so great. I always cry and didn’t for so long that my husband asked me if I was dead inside.

Lacing the dress is a serious business

All the uncontrollable wedding variables went well

The most important things all were amazing: my husband turned up (win!), the weather was fully sunny and no wind = 14 degrees Celsius at the end of November (beers on the terrace in t-shirts weather) my dress felt amazing and my hair didn’t annoy me, the dog didn’t poo during the ceremony and no one died.

Nazan sees me for the first time

Oh my god, the cake, the perfect cake

The hotel staff were awesome, everything ran smoothly.. The cake arrived safely from London  and was a work of art and the most delicious cake ever tasted. It was made by my best girl Nazan who is a genius cake maker of wedding cakes and others too (all amazing) and if you’re well jel of the pictures then go over and talk to her at Daisy Cakes (tell her I said hi). I showed her the venue last April and she came up with the design as a surprise for me… silver leaf was the Cornish sea crashing on the cliffs, and the twining vine of ivy and beautiful anenomes was for me as they are my favourite flowers. She made two types of sponge – a dark chocolate ganache and a lemon one with lemon curd which were so delicious. It was a masterpiece. She is the talk of London town, and has tonnes of awards and so if you want her, don’t dally.

Amazing wedding cake by Daisy Cakes Greenwich

Enough about London – it was a Very Cornish Wedding

Everything else was Cornish. We had Alan Law, who’s so amazing at wedding photography, Al’s now teaching the rest of ’em how it’s done (in a very nice, charming way I’m sure with plenty of giggles). Voted among the top 30 wedding photographers in the world, Alan Law was the perfect choice because we just can’t get enough of the photos – we keep poring over them and they are just the BEST memory of the day I could have asked for. I chose him because I love his style, and when I browsed his gallery of 2013, the emotion he captured moved me to tears. So I also proclaim him a genius, just like Nazan. Are you sensing a theme here?!

Nosy bride spies out the window

I chose my dress well over a year before the wedding, at Amanda K in Truro. It was off the peg – the last one in the shop  (I’m a bit of a cheapskate when it comes to wedding dresses, I got it for a BARGAIN but won’t say anymore or Amanda might tell me off). I went down the route of investigating the eBay made-in-Chinas but got it on good authority that the cheapie ones often don’t photograph well. I thought I’d better give myself every chance of a few nice photos so I shopped around for a long time until I found this dress which truly made me feel amazing. The top was a separate thing and together I think they were perfect for me. I do think my ass looked rather too bootylicious in the pics but I think Alan was using his Nicky Minaj lens at those times maybe..? Yes. *eats 14th gingernut, nodding sagely*.

He puts a ring on it

Wedding dress dilemmas and a skinny-trouser-addict groom

Anyway, the dress was so perfect it didn’t need altering (just shortening at the hem), which was handled expertly by the magical fingers of Maria the Seamstress of Ponsanooth. I took her the Peeb’s suit for altering – the trousers came unlined, tweed! Itchy or what?? So Maria shortened and tightened and lined his slim cut tweed suit trousers slightly skinnier – and then he asked her to go skinnier again – until he was happy. He does love skinny trousers maybe a little too much BUT he was actually right, and Maria and I should say sorry for mocking him – he looked 100% f-ing fantastic on the day in all his finery. Don’t you think?

Tears and love on our wedding day in Cornwall

I should talk about the rings but I did here so only need to add that I found mine online and it was difficult to find something that went with my 100 year old diamond engagement ring, but I totally copied my friend who had an off-centre, channel set sort of eternity ring and they looked amazing together. So that was that.

I realise I have gone on a bit long for one post now.. read the next installment to find out about the venue, the band, and anything else I think of between now and then.. And if you want to ask me anything, please do, I won’t mind, even if you think it’s a bit nosey, just ask me and I may just dish.

Melting Pot of surprising curry and other stuff

OK sorry, sorry, I have been completely caught up in wedding and honeymoon organising, passport photos for visas, hiring amp and speakers, getting a playlist, arguing over the table plan, being surprised by gorgeous, thoughtful presents and a load of other things. So my blog has been neglected but I am spurred to write about several things that are going on. Sorry for the thought-jumble.

Melting Pot cafe curry

Delicious curry at the Melting Pot, on Fridays in Redruth

Redruth’s secret treasure trove of weirdness cafe, the Melting Pot.

Last week was ridiculous at work. So, so hectic, all kinds of different stuff going on and all of it high-stress and long hours etc. My colleague’s birthday whizzed by uncelebrated so on Friday we piled in the car and headed over to the Melting Pot cafe in Redruth for lunch. Wow. What a surprise to find such an endearingly strange and wonderful cafe. Friday is curry day apparently, and for £6.50 we had bowls of delicious lamb mince curry, perfect basmati rice, a little naan, and the amazing dal to rival that of the Peppercorn Kitchen, Perranuthnoe. Totally fit and worth breaking the pre-wedding diet for.Melting Pot cafe interior

Wedding make up: “Sleek” contouring kit: Ordered and waiting for delivery.

I have a wide face. And a “five head”. And no cheekbones or chin to speak of. So I’ve been watching make up tutorials on YouTube and I’m ready to try my Sleek contouring kit, which I ordered for £10 (free delivery) on the weirdly named Beautifeye who I think sell those weird fashion contact lenses..?! Still, it’s in the post and I’m looking forward to trying it out.

Hair on the wedding day – to do it myself or not?

I have really frizzy/curly hair and it’s really fine. It looks nice straight or smooth/bouncy blow dry but invariably goes as flat and limp as a bit of wet coriander a couple of minutes after the blow dry. I was resigned to doing it curly myself (bit of moisturising curl cream with a bit of hold in it, I tried Naz’s Sainsbury’s curly hair stuff on the London hen and my curls stayed as they should all day) but will it look ok in the pics, or will I look a frizzy mess? Rant time: Shame on Sainsbury’s by the way, wtf was that war advert about? Exchanging gifts then going back to slaughtering and gassing each other in the most violent and bloody conflict imaginable, for four years?! Oh but Happy Christmas anyway. No. No. NO. I thought ‘war profiteering’ was illegal? A “dangerous, disrespectful masterpiece” as the Guardian said. Another thing that made me Tweet some passive-aggressive fury this morning, the chef Tom Kerridge being sexist on his cookery program last night, and then going to Wimbledon dog track to cook burgers?! Obviously not a man afraid of ruffling feathers/offending animal welfare supporters or women. I tweeted him this article from the Guardian, suggesting he make a generous donation to the rehabilitation of racing greyhounds as he’s such a fan of this “sport”. Pffffffft. No reply yet!

How to display a table plan

There is a real danger when planning one’s wedding to lose one’s grip on reality (see my ranting above. Literally everything is making me either rant, cry, or write a detailed list). I realised this yesterday when I was about to buy a really naff, nasty picture frame to string the table plan across, for £20 plus delivery… I suddenly realised my Dad is a painter and I have about 40 of his paintings of Falmouth I could use instead!!!! So now I’ve just bought some mini pegs, Mum has some lovely ribbon, and I will use a tiny screw or nail on the back of the picture frame to create a table plan with a colourful, beautiful painting as the background. It will be great.

The rest of the weekend…

This weekend I had the best hair colour of my life at Toni + Guy in Truro. 3 colours, really fine highlights, whole head but not intensively underneath so it actually looks natural. Love it. We also drove up to Padstow for the morning, with my parents in law and my friend who was there to collect her tiny new kitten. She didn’t want to go alone for fear of dangerous Gumtree fraudsters and quite right too. Still,the kitten is a delight and has a wonderful new life ahead of her, the dear little thing. I can’t wait to introduce the Duck to Kitty and see if they can be friends.New kitten snoozing.

Next on my list: Honeymoon packing, order thank you cards, prepare the table plan, print the place names, organise disco dancing playlist, hair rehearsal and cook roast lamb on Sunday.

And finally… a windscreen hitchhiker who slowly revealed herself during our drive home late on Thursday.

Hitchhiking snail on the windscreen

Autumn leaves in Kimberly Park, Falmouth

Autumn reaches Kimberly Park, Falmouth

Very excited!!!