Ain't life grand?

I have a guset post up on Shades's blog ( I am tempted to leave that mistyping in!) all about the Grand Theatre in Swansea. I could find very little information about its history actually and that has given me a whole new idea (which I am pondering). Anyway, I was in town yesterday and popped into the theatre to ask if I could take some photos.

The Duty Front of House Manager took me into the auditorium and I started snapping away. I'd taken a few when I realised I didn't have the flash on. I took a few more ... and the batteries died. Ever the professional, I had taken spare ones in case of this very eventuality.

None of those worked either.

I told the DFoHM that I had plenty and that would be fine, thank you, and left hurriedly.

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Have I mentioned that Daughter and Son-in-law are about to become proud owners of an allotment? They take it on in September and Daughter has set up a blog to record how they progress. She'd love it if you'd go and visit! (The blog that is - although you'd be welcome to visit the allotment as well as long as you take a spade and are prepared to work.)

We went to look at it last weekend. It is a very large plot that hasn't been tended for a year or so - it used to belong to Walter who grew cabbages. Husband and I are booked for a weekend in September to take our muscles and forks. I'm good at that sort of clearance gardening!

Several of the plots are completely overgrown and untended but, unless the tenants agree to give them up, they can't be handed on to the next person on the waiting list. And there is a waiting list. But to rent the allotment only costs about £20 a year so people hang on in the hope that one day they'll have time to do something with them.

I still find it hard to believe that my daughter is grown up, a good cook and now a keen gardener! (All she needs now is babies - as I have mentioned to them several times ... {it's okay, they just laugh at me!})