With the return of wet, dismal weather, we ended up lazing about staying indoors yesterday. Hubby helped out a poo free father-in-law with a little gardening before heading off to visit his grandparents’ resting places. I on the other hand, had a VERY restful day listening to podcasts, watching the endless range of UK home improvement shows and having a little day time bed visit.
Although today’s weather has been a continuation of dismal, we decided to venture out to visit the ‘historic Ormskirk markets’. With high expectations (historic must mean important), we drove the 30 minutes to Ormskirk and shelled out a whole £2 for four hours of parking. Anticipation was high with the prospect of four hours of browsing market stalls and the possibility of picking up some home made fudge. I did ponder the thought of hubby coping with four hours of traipsing around market stalls but he had suggested the four hours.
I hate to say, we should have gone for the £1 three hour parking option as a thorough browse of the market (remembering my stumpy short leg walking) was done in approximately 16 minutes. What made it even more disappointing was the lack of home made fudge stalls! Market stalls approximately 25, fudge stalls 0. If I had of wanted a copy handbag, oversized bra or wooly pullover I would have had success. Note to self: readjust my obsession with food and lower it to tatty cheap items. Market disappointment was slightly improved by the old, picturesque buildings, be it none including a fudge shop.
With a good 3.25 hours left on our parking, we decided to find somewhere to have lunch. Some have called me a creature of habit, slightly ASD, routined and somewhat tight. Let me just say, hubby picked our lunch stop today and funnily enough it was the same chain that we had visited a couple of days ago in Southport. Perhaps I am starting to rub off on him after 30 odd years together. I did have an ‘are you serious’ moment as I realised a tablespoon size addition of coleslaw with my jacket potato cost £2.50, bloody $5. Tight arse Tanya made sure she ate every last piece of cabbage!
With rain increasing and lunch consumed we decided to call the Ormskirk Historic Market visit over. Grasping at straws for an exciting climax (yes a massive amount of exaggeration going on), we made a pit stop at Tescos as we drove home. Always on the lookout for something unusual, we picked up some Christmas pudding flavour potato chips (a.k.a. Crisps) and a toffee crunch chocolate orange. Both were promptly consumed over a cup of tea (yes we are so English) when we got home. Strangely enough, the potato chips were actually very moreish and it took a whole back to decide that we will need to head back to Tescos to get another pack.
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