OK, don’t get too excited -there’s decadence and there’s DECADENCE. Ours was the ‘lower case’ kind – very low key but something that we never normally do. It wasn’t planned.
Husband picked me up from work at 2pm (he takes and fetches me because the parking is dire and if I do get a space, it can take an age to track down the person who has blocked me in). We were planning to go to The Red Lion in Alvechurch, a sizeable village in northeast Worcestershire and in the valley of the River Arrow. It’s about eight miles from us, has rustic decor which I like and, importantly, offers a decent lunch menu. On the way we hit the flooding. The roads were passable but a worry; it was only going to get worse and having heard on the news that 30 roads had already been closed within the county, we decided to turn around and go home.
We made a pile of cheese on toast topped with tomato, onion and Worcestershire sauce, turned up the heating and settled down to watch TV. Daytime television is the something we never do. We decided to watch an episode of of new drama Gold Digger. We had watched the first on Tuesday and found that they were showing the whole series on BBC iplayer, so decided to watch part 2. Then we watched parts 3 and 4! “This feels very decadent,” I said. Husband agreed. And that was it – our rebellious lower-case version of decadence. It doesn’t stretch the boundaries, does it?