It’s Mrs RM’s birthday today (don’t ask, it’s rude) and I’ve arranged a nice sunrise for her, best seen from the kitchen window. Life is good, even in Tier 3, he says through gritted teeth.
Week 1 has been wallpaper-stripping, phone charger losing,
quinoa shopping, Hi-Fi unpacking.
Here’s some Hi-Fi porn for you audiophiles. Don’t ask me what a Hi-Cap does. The dust is an optional feature to reduce outer frequencies (Audiophile, p.32, Oct 1990).
Some day I will put my Hi-Fi back together and produce a sonic boom to scare the neighbours.
Sheffield seems to have all I will ever need, bar open pubs. There’s sourdough in the west, hot yoga (it’s a Yorkshire speciality, like parmo) down the road in Crookes, a (slow) train to Manchester, and a giant carpet shop in mysterious Norton Woodseats, one of approximately 73 distinct neighbourhoods for me to explore.
Norton Woodseats is the King’s Heath of the North (niche comparison there). Independent cafes, charity shops, bit of art, modern Spoons, a few good boozers.
It was raining, so you only get the view from the window of Pyramid Carpets.
For the first time since our wedding day in 1992 (forget the actual date, but luckily so does Mrs RM), we seemed to agree on a carpet design.
Next door to Pyramid Carpets, there’s a pub.
An unsung pub, certainly, but apparently it still does Tetley Bitter. Tier 1 can’t come soon enough.
Though their last Facebook post before Lockdown 2 may tell you more about the drinks preferences of the Norton set.