Mmmmm, Good Food
Went back to parents on Saturday, to take my mom to the BBC Good Food show at the NEC, along with my sister.
It was a lot of fun.
Didn’t eat or drink as much as last time we went two years ago, but did get a little widdled. I managed to spend almost £80. Bought wine, kippers, bacon, bread mixes, cake mixes, corn cakes, biscuits, ice filtered vodka (for my brother-in-law’s birthday present), toffee vodka and some matching glasses, wine infused chocolate, spices, Italian ‘goody bag’ (which was a con, since one of the packet of biscuits in there was from Belgium), hot sauce (and ‘passed’ the hot sauce challenge).
Last time we went, I remember spending ages filling in forms to win loads of stuff. This time there were hardly any competitions.
Also did a wine tasting session, which was much more fun than the one we went to last time.
Also saw (from afar, I so couldn’t be arsed to queue up for signatures) Oz Clarke, Anthony Worral Thompson, James Martin and Gordon Banks.
Family driving me mad as usual. I had a bet with my exercise friends that my mom wouldn’t say anything about me losing weight.
I thought I might win the bet, but she did mention it eventually. I got there around 3 in the afternoon, and it took until 11 o’clock at night for her to say, “You do look a bit better, have you lost any weight?” I told her I had lost around 2 inches off my waist. She didn’t seem too impressed.
Good job I wasn’t counting on her for some encouragement.
Of course, my sister never said a word. God forbid she say anything encouraging to anyone. And she wonders why her kids have confidence problems!