Mrs RM says I’m coping remarkably well with the latest Lockdown, and she may be right. I guess I’m safe in the knowledge that Duncan and BRAPA and The Maltmeister can’t visit any more pubs than I can, though quite how many pubs will be left to tick when they’re allowed to re-open is anyone’s guess.
The highlight of today was squashing boxes and taking them to the recycling centre 5 minutes away. Even Ed has had a better Wednesday;
But I’m taking joy in the simple things in life. A cat scrambling down the roof in 2am, the more-than-adequate sourdough at Asda, and regular
pest correspondent etu*, sending me a link to look inside the Philadelphia Function Suite I keep lusting after on the way into town.
I think the sign outside confused our Russ into thinking the Philadelphia is a church.
Nope definitely a pub. Of the club variety.
I counted at least 4 rooms, and this cute little snug for four.
But the highlight is the pool room with its gorgeous porcine artwork.
No real ale (one is plenty, etc), but Nutty Black in bottles to be enjoyed under the glitterball, or on the veranda.
Well, I can’t wait to be there. And you’ll know I mean that, sincerely.
If anyone else has Google views INSIDE pubs, particularly ones inside estate pubs in Dundee, please send me the link.
Thanks to Mike Bellwood.
*etu = EvictTheUxbridgemp I think