I played tennis this morning at 10 and cursed myself for agreeing to get up early a third morning of the bank holiday weekend, I mean why, why would I do that to myself? But, as always, it was very enjoyable when I got there and we all played really well (it was the regular doubles group) or else the beginners at the next court made us feel we played really well but either way we were delighted with ourselves and had tea and bun afterwards to celebrate (we always have tea and buns afterwards if we play on the weekend).
Afterwards I went into town on my ongoing decorative gourd quest. Even though Halloween is next Friday, upstairs in the homeware section of Dunnes (my happy place, sadly, I know, sadly) it is Christmas and all trace of Halloween has been removed. Downstairs in grocery though what did I find? Oh yes, decorative gourds galore. Reduced to clear to boot. I got nine for €4.41 (managing to avoid the mouldy ones). Where would you be going?
After lunch, Mr. Waffle and I went out to the pier for a walk. A bit wet but not actually raining. What can you call that but a win? The ice cream vendor at the end of the pier was open as well so I got a 99. Thrills.
After our health giving walk, we were going to go to the Royal Marine hotel for a cup of tea (our help in ages past) but our eye was caught by this new place where we hadn’t been before – Haddington House – I can definitely recommend. We got lovely cosy seats by the fire and very prompt service. The Royal Marine is a bit careworn and although there are lovely views from the drawing room, the good seats are often taken by people who bagged them in 1966 and haven’t moved since. Younger punters like us are generally shunted in to the windowless back room so all in all, I think our pier experience will be considerably enhanced by the entry into our lives of Haddington House.
We dropped in to say hello to Mr. Waffle’s brother on the way home (he limped to the door after yesterday’s marathon experience but seems otherwise unaffected). He had lots of news; they are staring down the barrel of major house renovations and they have just found somewhere to live while the builders take their house apart and put it back again. He was home alone as my nephew and niece were out with their friends and – rather more excitingly – my sister-in-law had just left for Tokyo for work. I would like to go to Japan, I must say; though not for work. And that was that for the weekend. There is something to be said for a peaceful bank holiday weekend. How was your own bank holiday, if you celebrate?