Angel has uncovered a strange ritual that goes on in Spalding town centre each morning. She has at least twice spotted two women performing something resembling the actions of the little figures that pop out of a cuckoo clock, except in their case they stick their heads out of the foyer outside their bank, before withdrawing them again and disappearing inside. Interesting...
n ERRESEAR K – yes, Angel was equally puzzled, except that she was walking past the Cancer Research UK shop in Spalding with the broken sign.
n A friend of Angel’s with young children was telling her that half term was more stressful than usual because the youngest had decided to take her absolutely favourite soft toy with her on a day trip. Consequently mum ended up making calls to each stop in the day – Grantham for visit to grandmother, cafe for lunch, back to Spalding and visit to friend’s house and home again – before discovering that the toy had been left in the friend’s toy box. Apparently it was tears at bed time without the cuddly toy, yet it was swiftly put to one side without a trace of remorse when he re-appeared when she happened to be in the middle of painting!
n Angel spent a weekend with her niece and nephew in Norfolk’s beautiful Caister-on-Sea recently, but the break nearly went wrong right from the start.
The little ones are keen swimmers but silly Angel forgot to pack their swimming bags in the car... never mind, she had plenty of towels and she would buy them new costumes. Or would she?!
The holiday park swimming pool had sold out of girls’ costumes and only had men’s trunks, Asda, Tesco and Sainsbury’s didn’t stock them “out of season” (is there a season for swimming in an inside pool?) and neither did four other shops in Great Yarmouth that sold kids’ clothes.
After two-and-a-half hours of searching, Angel and the very patient children finally came across a seafront shop called... Beachwear, and her prayers were answered.
n Good service always deserves shouting about and Angel had a lovely expperience of just that on Saturday.
“Him indoors” had booked a hotel in Lincoln the night before on one of those “late hotel” booking websites.
The Newport Guest House looked lovely, but early Saturday morning the manager phoned up in a panick to say the website should not have accepted the booking as it was fully booked.
Angel accepted his apology and started frantically ringing round for another place to stay when the phone went again.
Once again it was the guest house manager. He had phoned all the other guest houses in the city and got Angel a lovely guest house called Cathedral View. She had a lovely weekend and felt all warm inside too.