“Do you want to take me out for tea ?” said Mrs RM. You’re right, it wasn’t a question. Normally that means “Drive me to the Wrestlers for 2 pints and a Pad Thai“. But it fills up early at the Wrestlers, and football with fans was returning over the road at the Abbey, and… Continue reading TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
Month: December 2020
GOOD TO BE BACK – EVEN WITHOUT DOOM BAR
This morning I promised I’d be back at the Cuckoo in Alwalton to bring you HOT news from Tier 2. And a few hours later, I was. Oh, wrong entrance. Sheffield Hatter asked about the flaking edifice along the wall. As you can see from the close-up, it’s actually the detail of the micro chip… Continue reading GOOD TO BE BACK – EVEN WITHOUT DOOM BAR
A GOLDEN DAY DAWNS IN ALWALTON
Happy End of Lockdown Day to you. Unless you’re one of those folk in Cornwall (in which case you’ll be manning the barricades at the Tamar) or in Tier 3 who can’t control their primal urges. Tier 3 folk like the good burghers (there’s a pun there somewhere) of Stamford, cruelly lumped in with the… Continue reading A GOLDEN DAY DAWNS IN ALWALTON
WICKER MEN
Off to Sheffield this morning to deposit Mrs RM’s wardrobe into a storage unit in Hillsborough ahead of a house move I’ll only wrote about if it happens. “Why are you taking photos of Big Yellow Self Storage” said James, who has never had the responsibility of a blog with 92 views from Hungary in… Continue reading WICKER MEN
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