I MUST take my dad out for lunch more often.

HERE was the deal: I could watch the football if I took The Boss out for tea.

EVER since I packed by bags and left my dear parents, roast dinners have proved somewhat thin on the ground.

WITH the sun out and the yellow on the broom it was a fine day to renew an old acquaintance.

IT WAS a very busy Sunday evening when my husband and I dropped into the Ferryhill House Hotel pub for a quick bite.

MY LITTLE brother was staying with me for the weekend, which apparently meant I had to supply him with food.

GOOD service in a relaxed atmosphere, with cracking food – it’s the recipe for the perfect evening out.

IT WAS a real touch of nostalgia as my husband and I sat down to eat in the Cloverleaf lounge bar.

SHOPPING, I hate it, and the January sales just make it worse.

TRAILING around the sales looking for bargains can work up an appetite.

OKAY, I have to admit I was less than impressed when my husband suggested The Howff for our supper.

SO THE Gallagher brothers, Paul Lawrie and Scotland The What? have all dined there.

THE Boss has raved about the Dutch Mill for ages, so I thought it was finally time to give it a shot myself.

ON A week night my fella and I were off to watch a concert.

EVERY so often my beloved’s four-year-old and I head off to feed the ducks.

FOR a family meal this place has it all.

EATING at the Prince of Wales is like going back in time.

EVERY so often you just need to spend a Sunday relaxing – every seven days or so in my case.

MY COUSIN and her Spanish boyfriend were in town and I promised to show them the best of the North-east.

BELMONT Street is a hive of activity on weekend nights thanks to its mix of stylish bars and night clubs.

TAPAS is possibly the perfect food for a social evening.

AS A new recruit to Aberdeen I was keen to sample a few eateries.

GOLF. It’s been every-where this past week or so.

TUCKED away in the suburbs this hidden treasure is an oasis.

THERE is no better way to spend a nice relaxing day off than heading out for a pub lunch.

YOU know where you are with Inverbervie.

THE Illicit Still has always been one of my favourite pubs, so it made a fine after-work venue for a quick bite.

AFTER what seemed like days of constant rain, we needed cheering up.

AFTER a fair bit of monkeying around in the shops, I persuaded my girlfriend it was lunch time.

MY FAVOURITE day of the month had arrived – pay day.

I HAVE a confession to make.