|Where autobots come to die|
|Big fat gypsy bridge. Lovely|
|Love the font and the delightfully 60s sign|
|Oh how I love thee. Gorgeous little rat infested canal house|
|Why do pictures never show how hot somewhere is..believe me it was a scorcher|
|I may create a blue plaque blog someday. I get excited at a blue plaque|
|Hot and beautiful.|
|Tell us capitilism is wrong after seeing the prettiness it inspires|
|Pffhrt...what they gonna do? Add truffle oil to the moutard?|
|Motoring along. In their panama hats. Not too shabby|
|Gourmet me not. Yum.|
|Sweet shop at outlet village. Yum|
It's not often Mr H is available in the week.
So to celebrate, we ventured a little further than Manchester today.
I loaded up my phone with Four Tet and Blouse to bluetooth to his stereo, charged up the old Fuji finepix and off we went.
Of course, I hadn't charged the battery in the BB so it died pretty quickly. Luckily he had brought a couple of cd's I'd made a few years ago, screamo and Chili Peppers and a bit of Dresden Dolls, so we were still able to rock out with our socks out, and terrify passing motorists with my magnificent air drumming.
A wrong turn on the motorway near Leeds Waterfront led to us turning off the satnav and following the signage.
We were really pleasantly surprised.
Had a look round the Corn Exchange and scoffed at the pretentious 'gourmet hotdog' shop, admired the lovely industrial architecture, waved at the canal boaters from a bar where we had fish finger (gourmet?) butties, and then ended up Outlet Village shopping. I returned with Cadbury Cream Eggs, a mixing bowl and a masher.
Tea was Pizza Hut, and apart from a horrible child trying to lean over my seat and mock my food choices ( I had a 'polite' word with the very disinterented dad) it was a lovely end to a lovely day.
Now of course I am dreaming of a canalside little house with a duck egg blue door.