Water water everywhere

At the beginning of last week my friend Jane and I needed to pay a visit to the city of Bath. We go there quite often as it’s very close to home, so we have our favourite places to go to. On arrival we were starving so we made our way to what we consider to be the best and most cosy cafe with the tastiest food, but to our bitter disappointment we discovered it was closed down.

As it was pouring down with rain we didn’t hang around for long moaning about it and we didn’t really feel like trapsing around in the foul weather, so we only made it as far as the Pump Room Restaurant. We were enticed inside by the smell of delicious food and the lovely piano playing.

The main building of the Pump room started in 1789 and was completed in 1799 and is a grade 1 listed building, the original building has been added to over the years and it is very handsome. It sits above the natural hot springs and visitors can still take the waters from the spring, the water is an acquired taste as it’s warm and smells like rotten eggs.

Adjacent to the Pump rooms are the Roman Baths, the hot springs that supply the baths were first discovered by the Celts who built a shrine at the site. The Roman Baths were probably built on the orders of Emperor Claudius and were added to and improved over the years of the occupation until the Romans packed up and moved out in the 5th century AD. The visitor site is quite big and well worth the admission fee.

If you find yourself in Bath, don’t be put off by the grand facade of the Pump Room and dismiss it as a bit posh or pretentious. The food is relatively reasonably priced and delicious. Most days there is a string quartet serenading diners and sometimes it’s the pianist who played so beautifully for us on our visit.

Bath is full of delights and I never tire of it, it’s small and perfectly formed for a charming day out.

Fat be gone

Due to being ill and being inactive as a result of my illness I’ve become a bit too lardy for my liking. I have always tried to eat healthily but I must be doing something wrong as I’m much bigger than I want to be.

So I’ve joined Weight watchers and now everything I eat will have a point value. It all looks pretty straight forward and our group leader says we are guaranteed to lose weight if we follow the rules.

So the first thing I did when I got home from the ritual weigh-in was to set up my “fat journal”, in it I wrote all the food I usually eat and worked out how many points I would normally eat. I am allowed 26 points a day, which doesn’t sound like much but it’s actually quite a lot of food according to my Weight watchers bible.

Also in my fat destroying action plan is to become more active, I know I wrote about this in the blog a little while ago, but I just haven’t got round to it yet. As well as ballet classes, I have also found jazz dance and tap dance classes that look promising, the first step is to get off my bum and do it.  I want to see how I get on with working before I completely wear myself by adding in exercise.

I will keep the blog posted with my progress at the weekly weigh-in.

……..and what do you say?

I was watching “This morning” yesterday and Gino D’acampo was cooking with Holly and Phil. Holly was making a point of reminding Gino to say please when he asked her to chop something or put something in the pan to cook. It got me wondering about manners and how important they are to us Brits and are they as important to other cultures.

Like many people in this country I was brought up to say please and thank you all the time and manners are very important to me. When I first met Hasan and started living with him I did get annoyed with him when he didn’t say please or thank you, it just didn’t occur to him to do so. Obviously there are words in Turkish for please and thank you but I rarely heard them in the same context as we use them. Teşekkür ederim  means thank you and is used to reply to someone asking about someones well being, response to a compliment, but not when being given something like a drink etc;  lütfen is the word for please and I hardly ever heard that uttered in all the time I spent in Turkey.

Hasan and I used to argue about it quite often because without saying please it felt like he was just barking orders at me and I really didn’t like it. Also it really bugged me when I made him a cup of tea or gave him something and he never said thank you. It only took a short while for him to see the light and he quickly caught on that if he wanted an easy life he should remember his manners.

So after watching Gino being prompted several times by Holly on the show I’m thinking maybe it’s the same in Italian culture.