Alex's Historical Fiction

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I've just about managed to join the Yorkshire Bloggers Webring. Yesterday, Blogspot didn't seem to be republishing my template, but all is well now. I feel honoured to have been invited, especially as I'm really an interloper, born in Hertfordshire (best county of that name, at any rate). But at least I do actually live in Yorkshire. But I am not a tyke. I am a softie southerner, and proud of it - I think ...

Meanwhile, yesterday I was out and about. I went to Tescos on the Free bus as usual. How exciting ;-) But my favourite companions weren't on the bus. I like to have a natter with Irene. Hope she's OK. Her garrulous friend Molly also wasn't there. I wonder what these ladies are up to? Probably another impromptu trip to the seaside, if I know anything about it :-)

After my food shopping excursion, it was home for a few cups of tea, then out again at 4pm. More shopping, this time of a specialised kind. I seem to be having trouble during my sleep at, er, notably certain times of the month. I clench my teeth, or tense up my muscles. I really only know about it when I wake up, with a headache, or pain somewhere else. So cue a visit to Tullivers. The nice young man (yes, I'm woman of a certain age now, so I appreciate helpful people ...) on the counter recommended Passiflora Complex, so I'll see how I go with that.

And then at 7pm on to a special tour of the York City Museum, and the refitted Kirkgate Victorian Street. It's been rejigged, so that it really tells a story. If you haven't been for a while, it's time to go again. Just doing my bit for York tourism ;-) But honestly, it's well worth a visit. I didn't realise, that when the Kirkgate Street was first opened in the late 1930s that it was the first of its kind to display its collection in this manner - a recreated street, with shops. Also, the collections were, then, very recent, but Dr Kirk knew that collecting the material was relevant social history. Bravo!

And on the way back, we caught the Purple Peril, aka the ftr for the first time. It only got us part of the way home as it doesn't run down our street. But it has great novelty value; it's a bus that thinks it's a tram. So my evening was complete.

posted by Alex Bordessa @ Wednesday, June 14, 2006