Mrs RM keeps getting me to nip to the One-Stop for another four pack of Punk,
and our specialist wine importer neighbour keeps leaving bottles of Languedoc-Roussillon on her doorstep. Once they’ve been soaked in disinfectant for 3 weeks they’ll be fine.
But I’m resisting the temptation to drink during the lockdown. “You still sometimes hear CAMRA blokes say “I never drink at home” as though it is a good thing.” writes Mudgie in a typically excellent piece.
And of course it is a Very Good Thing to only drink beer in a controlled environment in the company of other old codgers.
I’ve been compiling a spreadsheet of all my pub visits (where I put cash in the coffers) in 2019; I’m torn on whether to share it with you.
BUT if any of you can guess the number (+/- 25) of pubs I’ll do an analysis and award you two pints of (virtual) Doom Bar. Guess which pub I visited most and I’ll chuck in a Bass glass.
The Lockdown drags on, perhaps for ever, and appears impeccably served by the residents of Waterbeach.
This was the A10 that runs close to retiredmartin Towers at 5pm today;
Of course, the media paint a rather distorted picture. Tune into LBC and hear Derek from Leatherhead report he’s just been out for a drive to see all these people out for a drive. And weep.
Hypocritically, I drove half way to Cambridge to do our weekly shop (mainly potatoes) from the well-organised Co-op in Chesterton. Follow the arrows, don’t browse, in and out in 5 minutes.
Time for a quick bit of exercise in town.
The stretch from the Cam to King’s College would normally see me pass 500 people on a sunny April afternoon; Japanese tourists, students, Primark shoppers, even pub men.
I must have seen a dozen people.
The busiest thoroughfare in Cambridge, deserted.
Actually, so quiet it was no fun at all. I even missed the cyclists whizzing past your ear.
Stay safe folks.