And then the fun was over.
Only now do I read that Waterbeach’s pharmacy-turned-cafe is now a pizzeria with Vedett (pronounced as in the Steeleye Span Christmas hit) on draught had finally opened that night. And closed at 10 the same evening.
So I haven’t really got much to moan about.
No pubs since November the 4th, none till the 2nd December (and that’s if we’re lucky).
If you’re in England, of course. In Wales, you CAN visit the thirty pubs I need in Glamorgan, as long as you eat a raw leek with each pint or something.
Never mind the “Dress like BRAPA” kit put together by Matthew yesterday;
I’m seriously contemplating dressing as a Dragon to sneak into Wales under cover of darkness.
Interestingly, these are the lowest weekly Covid rates per 100,000 people (I’m East Cambridgeshire),
and these are the rates where my targetWelsh pubs are.
Yes, there’s 21 times as much plague in Merthyr as Waterbeach. What can I say ?
Still, a month off the booze (I don’t drink at home) will allow my liver to prepare myself for the big catch-up in December; perhaps I could get sponsorship for Dryovember and use the funds to buy myself that sexy looking Russian vaccine. I like the the look of Sputnik’s 5 injection mechanism.
I’m sure the next 16 days will fly by, but feel free to suggest topics to blog about, folks.