Firstly, I’m visiting Brinda Berry today where I discuss peanut butter, writing and my latest release, Cat Burglar in Training. I’m also doing a giveaway.
One of the pubs my husband and I worked in while we lived in London was called the Grosvenor Arms. This was a small pub, on Grosvenor Street, a stones throw from Bond Street and right in the heart of Mayfair.
When I was a kid I loved to play monopoly, so it was a thrill to actually live and walk down some of the streets bearing the familiar names from the childhood game.
Grosvenor Square and the American Embassy were a few minutes down the road. Hubby and I would go for walks, even on days that were a bit nasty to get a breath of fresh air. At that time pubs used to close from 2.00pm to 5.30pm, and we had a few hours off.
London during the winter can be very gray. Not only did all the workers wear black, but the sky and buildings were often a sullen gray color, which was depressing for everyone. I loved the spring when the daffodils would pop out of the ground and bring a touch of sunshine with them.
Now and then, during our walks, hubby and I would “liberate” a few daffodils and take them back to our room to keep in a vase. I liked to enjoy the spring indoors too, and hubby indulged me.
One day, we’d just picked a few daffodils and a policeman walked along the footpath. I quickly hid the daffodils under my coat (see said coat – exhibit A – in the photo). He must have seen us, but luckily ignored our transgression and walked on.
The policeman scared us, since it was an unwritten rule not to pick the flowers. We never stole another daffodil, instead saving our hard-earned pennies to buy a bunch at one of the markets. I still love both daffodils, spring and walking though. Some things never change.
Now, in a totally unrelated subject – I’m on the hunt for a cheesy name for the fictional strip club I’m writing about at present. My mind is blank. Does anyone have a suggestion for a name for my strip club?
I love daffodils, we have wedding photos in front of Clifford’s Tower in York with all the daffodils.
As for the cheesy name hubby said Brie!!! Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the cheese bit lol!
Lol – I was totally blank yesterday while trying to think of a name.
The daffodils are always so pretty in the spring. Ours didn’t flower last year for some reason but the other spring flowers in our garden did well.
A posy pilferer, eh? :)
I don’t have any ideas for a strip club, but look them up in the phone book. I’m sure there are plenty of colorful ones.
Only a few times before guilt got the better of me. If everyone stole one flower they’d run out quickly!
The phone book! Slaps head. Why didn’t I think of that? Good idea.
Nice memory, Shelley.
A strip club? Sounds like an interesting story! Good names can be found either online, or in the p-book, as Maria offered.
Kaye, I’m working on a followup story to The Bottom Line – at long last. Readers keep asking me for this story, so it’s time.
I’ve been looking and I found a link for you I like The Lumberyard
Thank you! You’re a star, but shouldn’t you be working on your uni work?
Sticks tongue out at Shelley
I’ve been reading globalisation and comedy culture all day, need something with normal words in it now.
Well, that’s okay then ;-)
They are such very pretty flowers….How can you pass them up…
That’s my thinking, Savannah!
Daffy Delight. OR perhaps The Yellow Duck
The strip club has been there for three generations so Daffy Delight could work. I was thinking The Pink Pussycat, but I think there was one of those in the area where my story is set. I don’t want to run into trouble.
I have daffodils in my yard blooming right now! Sorry, I don’t have a name for your club.
They always make me smile. They’re o pretty.
I love daffodils, but mine aren’t blooming yet. A couple more weeks.
Carol – I sure wish we were spring here. Our summer was practically non-existent this year.
Daffodils are so lovely!
I agree, Michelle. They’re my favorite flowers.
I’d have trouble living in England. It is just so gray there. One of my dearest friends live in Sunderland and I felt down when I visited her, but I grew up in Florida so it was different. Beautiful picture.
The north east is dull try Yorkshire much prettier and brighter
It is pretty out of London. I have to agree :)
London can be a bit colorless during winter, but I never minded it during the other seasons. I need to get outside every day, whatever the weather otherwise I get a type of cabin fever.
Lovely flowers! I like all the strip joint names coming up in these comments!
Thanks for stopping by, Nas :)
it’s hard to pass up such pretty flowers.
That’s what I said!
I do love daffodils. Such happy flowers.
I think they’re happy too. I always think of Wordsworth’s “host of golden daffodils” poem when I see them.
Shouldn’t be long before we see both tulips and daffodils blooming here. Probably earlier than normal, too, with the (lack of) winter we’ve been having.
Ooh, I do like tulips too. I’ve been meaning to get some bulbs to plant for the spring. Taking a mental note.