3 MONTHS IN THE NORTH

Blimey. Today it’s 3 months since we moved from the Fens to Sheffield, and became honorary Northerners.

3 months on and Mrs RM is STILL smashing up bits of wood and sending me out on daily Click-and-Collect expeditions to Wickes/Dunelm/B & Q/IKEA.

This is what the spare room looked like last night.

Ignore the ear buds down the back of the weird built-in bed; it’s these little strips of paper you should examine;

Something to do with Sheffield Wednesday, I surmise. But what’s the pub they’re referring to ?

Happily, the sofas and carpet fitters turned up today and all I have to do is take 307 cardboard boxes to the recycling tip, in a hailstorm, and the house will soon be habitable.

By the summer I might even have space to set up my Hi-Fi and bring you some of those reviews of weird female-led Americana you love.

I said last week I wouldn’t feel truly at home till the pubs re-open, but that’s no comment on the folk of Sheffield, who have been without exception friendly and chatty, especially in Morrisons where they all call you “love“, which makes it worth paying the extra 3p on an avocado compared to Aldi.

And I’ve found a reliable takeaway option, alternating between Thai at the Moor Market, kebabs from Charlies and Chinese from Sang Lung. (that’s its name, not what’s in those dishes).

What’s more, I had one of the mysteries of the universe explained in The Moor.

It was a shame when the pubs had to stop doing their take-outs in case we all started licking the Stones handpump, but I’ve enjoyed some cans from local breweries like Tiny Rebel and Gold Label, so I’m doing my bit for the micros.

But it’s pubs we want. Today also marks 3 months since my last pub, if you can call a pint with table service and an unnecessary meal a pub visit.

Only a month to go (please).

19 thoughts on “3 MONTHS IN THE NORTH

  1. Just over a year since I went in a pub, to watch the Manchester Derby. Although I enjoyed United winning the match at Old Trafford last weekend by the same scoreline, it wasn’t quite the same without a few pints of Joseph Holt’s bitter to celebrate it.

    Like

      1. Some people have an aversion to seeing their dinner walk past them and up the alley. Strange folk.

        I learned today that at least three of the four BRAPA family are witty. I knew two of four were. Can you imagine growing up in that house?

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Presume you mean Sister BRAPA (now there’s a thought) encouraging Si to be more woke ?

        I’d add Mother BRAPA, who feigned a leg injury (she doesn’t like to talk about) on holiday so that Si couldn’t get to that Anchor Anchor pub in 2016 !

        Like

      1. Yes, support for the two teams doesn’t seem to have much geographical determinism about it.

        In the scraps of paper, as reconstructed in the link posted by PaulS, there are references to a “pub at the back of Trippet Lane” called the Ironmongers, which I am not aware of, and of how the gang “regrouped outside the Blue Bell pub”, also apparently in the city centre, which is probably what is now Cavell’s on High Street (see this on Sheffield History Forum: https://www.sheffieldhistory.co.uk/forums/topic/10-the-old-blue-bell/ ). In the extended piece but not seen in the scraps in your photo is a mention of the Brewer on the Bridge in Wicker, which is what was later called the Lady Bridge Hotel, attached to the Exchange Brewery.

        Like

  2. “Blimey. Today it’s 3 months since we moved from the Fens to Sheffield, and became honorary Northerners.”

    Blimey indeed!

    “3 months on and Mrs RM is STILL smashing up bits of wood and sending me out on daily Click-and-Collect expeditions to Wickes/Dunelm/B & Q/IKEA.”

    Mrs RM sounds a bit like my better half. Oh, and she’s sending you out daily as you’re supposed to realise you need to bring back some cans of IPA! 🙂

    “This is what the spare room looked like last night.”

    Ok, I take it back. Mrs RM is waaaaay better than my better half!

    “But what’s the pub they’re referring to ?”

    Obviously it’s the Inn of the Seventh Ray in Topanga, California. Which is a short drive from Trippet Lane in Malibu:

    https://tinyurl.com/3ud45n9y

    “Happily, the sofas and carpet fitters turned up today “‘

    Does it matter which comes first? 😉

    “especially in Morrisons where they all call you “love“, which makes it worth paying the extra 3p on an avocado compared to Aldi.”

    I say ‘luv’ to most of the female staff I meet when out shopping. 🙂

    “and Chinese from Sang Lung. (that’s its name, not what’s in those dishes).”

    Of course! Everyone knows it’s really cat. 😉

    “What’s more, I had one of the mysteries of the universe explained in The Moor.”

    I call shenanigans.

    “but I’ve enjoyed some cans from local breweries like Tiny Rebel and Gold Label, so I’m doing my bit for the micros.”

    It’s thirsty work directing family during their clean up of the back yard. 😉

    “Only a month to go (please).”

    Fingers crossed!

    Cheers

    Like

    1. The carpet fitters came first, which meant they were upstairs when the sofas came, which was nice.

      I looked up that Inn of the Seventh Ray; wanted to laugh at it but the Sunday brunch with fizzy cider won me over. We were within 5 miles as crow flies of that place when we visited the Getty Museum 3 years ago.

      Like

      1. “I looked up that Inn of the Seventh Ray; wanted to laugh at it but the Sunday brunch with fizzy cider won me over. We were within 5 miles as crow flies of that place when we visited the Getty Museum 3 years ago.”

        LOL. Serendipitous! 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s