Auntie Jan asked if I would like to join her in trip to Birmingham for nothing in particular, just a mooch. As I hadn’t been for ages it would have been rude not to accept her kind offer.
Our first port of call was to visit the tourist hotspots like the famous Bull Ring Bull …………………
………. followed by Selfridges with all its plates for a couple of photo opportunities.
Auntie Jan decided that it would be best if she left me there for a while, as she realised that it would be hopeless to try and prise me away until I had tried all of the games available to play, and she went into Selfridges to look at lady things like Cath Kidston and Paperchase.
After two hours or so ….. I realised that I was getting a little peckish and spookily, at almost the same moment Auntie Jan appeared and said “Starbucks?”
“Nom, Nom, Nom” I replied and within minutes we found ourselves sat at a table feasting on wondrous comestibles. I veered from my usual latte and cinnamon twist and gravitated towards an unpronounceable “Crème Brûlée Macchiato” because it sounded very romantic plus a most ample portion of Rocky Road which was indeed very nom, nom, nom.