Reading: the town not the verb to understand words
Room for a little one to mainly post a photo from yesterday’s art gallery visit. Last night was Kerry’s office party for the Reading staff. We got to Reading quite early and decided to check out our old house in Little Street, behind the swimming pool. As well as a wave of old memories came flooding back, the old neighbourhood was practically the same except for nearly every dingy pub and the chippy had been boarded up. Our old neighbours, who were the first ever people in history you could ever describe using the term ‘chav’, had set up their house for full-on Christmas light neighbourhood torture. Mobilephone photo was taken for proof.
Back to the ‘party’ - I knew one or two people there but otherwise had to endure some life assurance sales jokes and office politics. Wasn’t too bad as Chris and Alex were there having seen Goldie Looking Chain together back in March. Another bonus was the free drinks all night (well, until the wine ran out). It was a strange set up though as this year they decided to use the Renaissance Hotel, where we held our wedding reception over 4 years ago (again, my mind needing a life-jacket through drowning in memories). Friends Provident, Kerry’s company, had 4 tables where as the remaining table was the local Court Justice. They weren’t wearing their traditional wigs though but made a quick exit after the meal. Obligatory cheesy mobile disco, as always, in the corner hosted by a father and son combo. Toilets had that crappy ‘not by the original artists’ music with highlights of Coldplay! Still food was good for a change and suited my fussy palette. Most of the evening I was chatting to the wife of some salesman. Her name was Peta, pronounced Peter. She wasn’t foreign and I asked her where her name came from or whether her parents gave this name for any sort of reason. She didn’t know but said her mum calls her Louise. I naturally assumed and asked if that was her middle name of which she replied ‘no’.
Back to the ‘party’ - I knew one or two people there but otherwise had to endure some life assurance sales jokes and office politics. Wasn’t too bad as Chris and Alex were there having seen Goldie Looking Chain together back in March. Another bonus was the free drinks all night (well, until the wine ran out). It was a strange set up though as this year they decided to use the Renaissance Hotel, where we held our wedding reception over 4 years ago (again, my mind needing a life-jacket through drowning in memories). Friends Provident, Kerry’s company, had 4 tables where as the remaining table was the local Court Justice. They weren’t wearing their traditional wigs though but made a quick exit after the meal. Obligatory cheesy mobile disco, as always, in the corner hosted by a father and son combo. Toilets had that crappy ‘not by the original artists’ music with highlights of Coldplay! Still food was good for a change and suited my fussy palette. Most of the evening I was chatting to the wife of some salesman. Her name was Peta, pronounced Peter. She wasn’t foreign and I asked her where her name came from or whether her parents gave this name for any sort of reason. She didn’t know but said her mum calls her Louise. I naturally assumed and asked if that was her middle name of which she replied ‘no’.
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