It was a fairly quiet week last week, I don’t feel like anything really kicked off until Thursday. I’d spent much of the week cracking on with work, and pondering whether it was time to buy a new (cheaper to run) car or not.

Thursday though, the sun was shining and after work, the chap came across to take me out for dinner. Not wanting to let the opportunity of some decent weather pass me by, I decided to put some summery clothes on and even got my pasty legs out. Totally over dressed for a Thursday night in Scarborough, but I’ve come to understand that it’s important to use and wear the things that you have. If they spend life in your wardrobe waiting for ‘best’ then they probably stay there unused until they no longer fit you.

I’d been hankering after a burger, and having never tried the Cowshed, we decided to give it a go. We arrived fairly early, but there were already a few other people in there, which is always good.

I already knew this was going to be a massive burger before we even started. I ordered the BBQ, which was definitely huge, but absolutely delicious. I was going to just have standard fries, but then when the chap opted for pizza fries, I got tempted and ended up having them too. I couldn’t finish my dinner, but I made a great effort and washed it down with a delicious IPA.

After dinner, we rolled (literally) down to the seafront where I treated us both to an ice cream from the Harbour Bar, which is an original ice cream parlour dating from 1945 and still with all the charm of a 1950s diner. It was too soon, I couldn’t finish my ice cream either.

We took a walk along the seafront, played a few machines in the arcades, and then went to Geo where I enjoyed an absolutely delicious Pomegranate Mojito, while the chap had a latte. The joys of not being the designated driver, I could actually have an alcoholic drink. It was a fabulous date night, finished off with the chap hunting through my CD collection for some music for his car, and stumbling on a DVD (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) that I’d been looking for for some weeks, for Little Miss to watch.

Friday was chilled. Saturday made up for it, I was picking up my new car. Having decided that I definitely needed a more economical set of wheels, and something nippier for town driving, I plumped for a rather lovely Vauxhall Astra.

I picked it up, and then went up to Pickering for a potter around the town. Having had a delicious crumpet and Rose Lemonade in a cafe called Nosh, it was time to peruse the many charity shops. I bagged myself a fabulous linen safari type jacket, and a new pair of jeans for Little Miss. I’m obsessed with linen at the moment, so this was such a good find for me, and I was pleased to find jeans for Little Miss given, the ones I’d ordered her from eBay had proven to be too small when they arrived.

We stopped off for dinner in a pub on the way home, and that evening I carried on crocheting the shopper that I started a couple of weeks back. Good to see I’m equally slow at crochet as I am at knitting. I do find it equally enjoyable though, it’s about the journey as much as the destination with crafting.

After such excitement (and expenditure), Sunday was just chilled. I helped Little miss fashion her own fairy garden in one of the raised beds, we walked Thelma to the park and generally just enjoyed the lovely warm sunshine and pottered around. A perfect Sunday, and a perfect reset before another week.