We Review ……. Galaxy Enchanted Eggs ……..

With Easter fast approaching we’ll admit to being more than a little remiss in not reviewing some of the new festive comestibles we’ve been seeing in the shops of Evesham, despite most being on the shelves since just after Christmas.

However in the next couple of weeks we hope to rectify this situation by sampling some of the more unusual chocolatey goodness available and, to start us off today, we would like to present a pack of Galaxy Enchanted Eggs (£1 from Iceland, but probably not available in Mexico, Mr D, sorry).

To quote from the packaging “Galaxy chocolate with crunchy caramel rolled in rose gold” – just how romantically palpable and impossibly tantalising does that sound?

This was, we have to say, indeed  reflected in the eggs appearance, for just £1, out of the bag and served on an appropriate, seasonal platter, they could easily be mistaken for a much more exclusive product, in all their shiny, rosy gold loveliness.

We wouldn’t actually describe the coating as dusted, as it says in the bumf,  perhaps more “varnished”, but the chocolate was unmistakably Galaxy, smooth and rich, dotted with hints of small, very crunchy pieces of caramel, which were more subtle and discreet in their inclusion rather than in in your face chunks.

With 18 eggs per pack, we were afforded an equal 6 each in which to cogitate and mull over our scores for our world famous Richter Scale of Noms ……

…… we thought we would keep it simple……. so, as there were 18 eggs to the pack, we decided to award each of them 100%, making a grand total of 1,800%, with not a single dropped percent.

We are absolutely convinced that if decanted from their bag, Hugh, Darrell’s best friend and mentor of all things of a luxe type nature, and who shops almost exclusively at Harold’s and occassionally  F & M Florence & Fred would pronounce, that said Enchanted Eggs had undoubtedly been flown half way round the world by private jet, after being rolled exclusively on the thighs of Tahitian maidens!  Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Viva Las Evesham ……….. ?

As we’ll be in Minehead for Easter, Young Master Bertie’s most favourite place in the whole wide world, no doubt a trip to one of their amusement arcades will be de rigueur.  Nigel has been saving his 2p’s for months now.

In Evesham too, we have recently acquired a “slot shop”, which when Nigel first saw it, thought it said “Meercat Slots” which, he mused, had a comfy sort of ring to it, what is he like?

However, we all remain very much strangers to it’s pleasures, although Darrell did say that it had crossed his mind as to whether it would be a place to hone his skills in preparation for being up against Iris and Bertie, the demon 2p players in Minehead.

Though slot curious”, I have gently persuaded Darrell against venturing past its portals, as he may very well find that it’s a very different place to those we like to frequent on our holibobs, the distinct lack of flashing lights, fair ground type music and familiar kerchink of dropping coins might be a clue.

I don’t think it’s one of those places that would welcome a “newbie” wielding a plastic bag full of 2p’s, let alone provide a lucky strike pot to empty them out in ……. perhaps best wait for Minehead instead?

Another Lovely Festive Window Display …….

According to Nigel ……….

…… Silver Birch, our Evesham florist of floral choice ……….

……. has triumphed and pulled out all the stops, yet again, with their window “homage” to Mother’s Day.

Nigel may not have ever known his mum, but he’s sure whoever she is, she would very much appreciate the sentiment too.

He might not be able to tell her to put down her broom, throw off her pinny and take the weight off her feet this Mothers Day, while he puts the kettle on and breaks open a brand new packet of chocolate covered Hob Nobs ………

…….. but she’s there, always in his thoughts …….

……. and no doubt she would be soooooooo proud of the little fella, as indeed we are, bless his little orphan socks!

The Evesham Da Vinci Code?

There is a very romantic cottage we pass frequently, that we all quite admire and despite it being right next door to the undertakers wouldn’t mind a nosey round, should it ever come up for sale ……..

However, for the moment, it is its front door in particular that holds us in a certain thrall ……..

……. as it had some sort of Da Vinci Code chalked across the top of the front door for some months now ………

…….. giving it a great air of mystery and intrigue. What, if anything, does it add up to and/or what could it possibly mean, subcutaneous quadraphonic equations not really being our sort of thing?

Mr D, fountain of all knowledge ……… over to you amidst the sweltering climes of Mexico to solve for us perhaps?

An Unbuttoned Performance? How Very Dare You!

As you know we very much enjoy the odd odyssey, especially of the Greek variety (fingers crossed for June 2022)……….

…… so when Nigel spotted this banner on the long, boring walk home from the school run, it was obvious that he’d do a double take on seeing said word, admittedly not a Greek Odyssey, but a European one was none the less intriguing.

However, it turned out not to be a travelogue as Nigel first thought, but a piano concert, something our beloved follower and cereal serial commenter Mr D in romantic Mexico would very much appreciate, an odyssey taking in  the delights of D’Anglebert, Scarlatti, Bach, Albeniz, Beethoven, Chopin, not to mention Schubert.       

Not quite us perhaps, but as Nigel started to read the accompanying bumf, his was a little surprised to read that Mr Soares has been praised for his “brilliantly unbuttoned” performances? How very rude!

Performing unbuttoned, brilliantly or not,  seemed a trifle remiss, if not slightly draughty ………. or perhaps, the little fella reasoned,  the unbuttoning was more the result of the “huge intensity” of his playing upon Mr Soares fastenings, rather than simply for comfort or an airing!

It all sounded very “liberating” to Nigel, perhaps, he mused when he got back to The Towers …….

…….. we ought to broaden our musical horizons a little wider than our televisual highlight of the year the Eurovision Song Contest, The Masked Singer, Little Mix and Rod Stewart ………. if only to see what affect it would have on our own, at present, very secure buttonage?  Mr D?

Tempted By Abundance……

Nigel says he has always felt comfortable and at home at school as a Helping Hand Volunteer listening to his beloved Year 2 Readers since his very first day . ……..

…… and he has put this down, in part, to the huge plethora of laden baskets of fruit and veg that abound around the school, ready for breaktime.

 

As you know, we at The Towers have always followed a robust and rigorous  5 a day regime, our own fruit bowl doth constantly overflow, so it’s only natural that said baskets make the school feel like a home from home for the little fella.

However, there have been times when Nigel has admitted to feeling sooooooo at home that he has almost gone to avail himself of the odd  banana or tempting satsuma …….

…….. only to remember at the very last moment exactly where he was, should temptation have prevailed, how unprofessional and bad would that have looked …….

…….. an impulsive action that could have possibly lead him to being struck off from the register of helpers, bringing shame to The Towers! So, now Darrell or I always make sure there’s always something in the little fella’s school bag that he can reach for and nibble if ever the urge comes upon him thus upholding our good name …….  what are we like?

A Non Fizz Sort Of A Day

Yesterday was another one of those run of the mill sort of days when it’s hard to put your finger on the highlight ……..

……..sooooooo in the end it came down to Darrell treating himself to and then trying out some new toilet cleaning tablets, I think, after all these years blogging,  we may have finally plunged the very depths of mediocrity!

He reckoned that bleach, although it does do the job, is just a bit boring …….  so when he spotted the Fizz and Fresh box on the shelf in Home Bargains the thought of having a little effervescence in the shower room might be a pleasant change, while getting a serious job done………

…… not of course, you understand, that he would ever allow our bowels bowls to ever get beyond the any point of redemption!

And, how did he get on? Well, I’m not sure what he was expecting, but he said that there was no hint of a fizz or any robust foaming action as the tablet hit the water, just a plop!

So, what was going on up the u-bend at this point to our calcium, rust and limescale is anybody’s business.  He just had to put his cleaning faith and trust in 40 years of Astonish’s product history.

All in all our highlight of the day was a bit of a damp squid squib. I have seen the way Darrell wields his toilet brush, I told him he should feel proud and that I doubted whether we would even have the tiniest build up of said deposits to get rid of anyway. The next time he felt compelled to try something new of a cleaning type nature, he should treat himself to a little something instead, bless his little hygienic heart! 

Darrell’s Guilty Pleasure

While Nigel is on the school run and I take Victoria Hislop into the bedroom for five minutes literary indulgence, Darrell often sits back to to enjoy a guilty pleasure of his own while it’s quiet  ………..

…….. to wit, all that is Ask The Midwife.  He looked it up it up on BBC iPlayer and found it’s there from the very first series. I think Hugh, Darrell’s best friend and mentor in all things of trimester type of nature, may have something to do with it, as he is oft to hold Darrell in thrall with tales of his own mother, who was,  in real life, also a midwife in the 50’s and 60’s.

To be honest, what could be more romantic and compelling than a story about nuns, especially when the top nun also used to be one of the Railway Children, in the days before she got her “calling”, all living in a nunnery  ……….

……. with another group of none nun ladies in uniform,  who are also kind, competent, often very pretty …….

…….. and ride bikes ……..

…… where Nuns and Non Nuns find themselves constantly on call to deliver the millions of babies of Poplar and coping with all the problems that ensue. Who would have thought that such a programme with all it’s urine testing, free orange juice, problems with latching on and waters constantly breaking could have Darrell so hooked ……..

……… although I suspect he also has a “thing” for Nurse Trixie!

What is he like?

Putting All Our Hopes In Sam Ryder for Eurovision 2022 ………

To be honest we were a bit surprised when Darrell’s phone pinged last week (10th March) with the BBC announcing that Sam Ryder was going to represent the UK in the Eurovision Song Contest  (our most televisual highlight of the year) in Italy this year.

Now, we have to apologise profusely because we are total strangers to Tik Tok and therefore Sam ………

……. and we’re not afraid to admit that at first we were all felt a little let down, especially when  remembering last years horrific gastropublic nul points!

However, we’d be incredibly remiss and dismissive if we didn’t at least try to find out more about Sam, so imagine how we felt when learned that he is one of the most followed singers on said Tik Tok with 20 million fans ....... 

……. and then …….. we went on YouTube to find his/our song ……….

……… and that’s when Darrell got his beloved, lucky Stockholm Eurovision bangle, from when he actually went in 2016 in real life, off his bedroom shelf, exclaiming that he had a funny, fizzy feeling in his water that this year, could very well be “Our Year”...........

............ and with hair like Sam's, his team would be missing a trick if they didn't plan to make good use of the Eurovision wind machine when they start planning his set!

So it's with a feeling of tangible and palpable excitement that we are completely behind Sam ........ and anything we can do for him ……. he’s only to ask!