A couple of weeks ago I traveled back down to the city where I was born - Gloucester. It was terribly sad to see how the mixture of apathy and a recession seems to have hit the place. The city centre, normally alive on a Saturday night was like a ghost town and whilst I was rather looking forward to a meal at the New Inn carvery, the place was deserted, the toilets filthy and the staff, perhaps understandably, bored. Instead we ate at the Bell Inn, managed by the gorgeous Nick Fullbrook where I treated my guests to a delicious fillet steak.
On the up-side, I did attend no less than THREE community fetes on the Saturday afternoon and little has changed with these. The cake stands groaned with food and I relished both my Rock Cake with the traditional plastic cup of tea and a whole Coffee and Walnut Cake - albeit shared with my colleagues on the day of the auditions.
The auditions were for the Gloucester Operatic & Dramatic Society production of Scrooge! It was rather a fun day, filled with old familiar faces and a few surprises along the way. All in all it was a good weekend. It was lovely to spend some quality time with Rowena and we managed to catch up on things. I also got to see Nick again - always a joy - and my nephew George, who recognised me, which actually made my night. On the down side, I have had to question some old friendships and to an extent, I felt let down. Perhaps they may come around, I don't know. Time will tell.
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