My other 2016 resolution is to sting my lovely brother with a trip to Bettys
(as I did with Mum in Harrogate - but that was her choice)
Don't worry - I will tell him exactly that. I love him dearly, and I think he will enjoy the experience. And I don't see him often enough, so it will add to the sense of occasion. Also he won't mind spending the money on tea and cakes - my family are just happy that I'm not in the pub (or drunk in a gutter, or in hospital etc etc)
I'd like to think I could take him to this shop for me to choose a gift for myself too. But despite painting myself in a greedy grasping light, I'd rather look at pretty things than own them. And in fact some of these are vulgar, dahling.
There's an unofficial Yorkshire anthem - On Ilkla Moor Baht 'at - which effectively details going for a little stroll on the moors above Ilkley in inclement weather, without your hat on, and then dying from the cold.
So this had to happen.
But it doesn't happen in a cheap way.
"T'worms'll come an' eyt thee up", but you'll pay through your hat for it. As it were. Actually, for Ilkley it looked very reasonably priced - there are Micheline starred restaurants here you know.
