Orange creams and Hermes House
made yesterday a damn near perfect day. It started off badly with my being wrecked tired as a result of the de brudder being up for the weekend and a lot of work being done. I so needed a duvet day but dragged myself out of the bed nonetheless. The day passed quickly due to a lot of work which always helps and this discovery.
I’ve been hooked on their version of Que Sera Sera and recently found out they did a cover of Country Roads, the John Denver classic. Not alone that but they have 25 albums. 25. I could get one every year for the next god know’s how long for my birthday. When I emailed Mammy2 to let her know the good news, she replied along the lines of she’s divorcing me. Once she marries me. Cheeky fecker. That’s love for you. The music of Hermes House Band. Breaking up non-existent Gay marriages. Much like the tagline on a midlands bus company a few years ago. Taking people places. As opposed to? What else do buses do? Oh star in hollywood movies with Keanu Reeves. Avoid bombs on board. Taking people places my eye. They must have worked long and hard on that one. I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, my latest musical interest and the demise of my marriage as a result. I explained to Mammy2 this is the reason I have an ipod and headphones. She seemed somewhat pacified by this response.
The second best part of grumpy Monday was enroute home stopping off in Dunnes Stores to buy some fruit and veg and as I queued up I spied some special offers beside the checkout. Of course once I was in a position I couldn’t step out of else I’d lose my spot I noticed there were orange cream biscuits. You know when you see something you haven’t seen in years and it brings you right back to a moment in time when you were a young un. I was going to say smaller but in my case that wouldn’t apply.
Orange creams remind me so much of being a teenager, living with Mam and the kid and long sunny evenings with cups of tea and an endless supply of bikkies. They were the only real biscuit I was a big fan of. Of course without appearing like a complet loon and somer-saulting over the checkout and back again to pick them up as I had to go and pay for my groceries, I settled for returning another time and stocking up on them. I went over after paying to assure myself I wasn’t seeing things and then tried ringing the child knowing she’d appreciate my Indiana Jones like discovery.
There was no answer and when she finally got in touch a few hours later she was as over the moon as I was. Sisterhood. She ordered I stock up on them in case they disappear. I mentioned that I’m sure Dunnes might get look twice if I reverse a New Holland to the door of the store and ask them to fire as many packets as they can fit into the front loader. Not that it hadn’t crossed my mind. However this evening I shall pick up some packets and check the sell by date. I only hope they live up to the huge weight of expectation on their small biscuity shoulders. Assuming of course biscuits have shoulders.
