Not exactly writer’s block, but there’s a definite lack of compelling material at the moment. If only I could go on holiday like our American readers….
So it’ll be Guess the Pub goes to Grimsby, “Ooh look at the crumbling John Smiths pub“, and my domestic arrangements for a while longer.
Speaking of domestics, this is the newly refurbished spare room, your Gateway to the Valley of Beer Peaks.
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The roads here are getting busier and busier here as folk drive round aimlessly looking for signs of new Beer shop openings.
Meanwhile, the trams and buses are empty, though Mrs RM did jump on the Yellow from West Street this week, possibly illegally but we’ll see.
We walked down to her dental appointment near the Catholic Church.
In the photo below you can see Mrs RM being chased by the dentist with a drill.
I had 20 minutes to kill while a diagnosis of more “root canal” treatment was reached.
Under dark skies, Sheffield looked a different city to the bustling place we know and love, ready to greet us back to the Head of Steam and Brown Bear.
In the Peace Gardens behind the City Wall, the queue for Caffè Nero snaked back to the water features.
I had just enough time to scoff the Scicilian lemon cheesecake before Mrs RM caught up with me.
retiredmartin 
You have a spare room ! Both of ours (& the garage also ) are filled with our offsprings goods & chattels -he left in a hurry at start of first lockdown,to move into a 1 bedroom flat which apparantely doesn’t have much storage -our small domain is deemed much more suitable for his rubbish/teddies/rugby magazines/school/university work etc etc.I dream of a spare room !
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When it comes to our boys’ stuff, it was ‘use it or lose it’. Our house move involved a major declutter, so we now have a ‘proper’ spare room ready for visitors 🙂
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We are too soft -we had the spare room all sorted -empty,new furniture,new carpets & then he boomeranged home for a few months & when he left again it seemed he packed a weeks worth of clothes & left the rest -we managed to deliver a huge bag to him over the summer -he was horrified & asked where he was supposed to put them -your problem we said !
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Those are really great photos. Love the redecorating too!
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Why thank you. Oh, you mean Mrs RM.
Sheffield is very photogenic I think.
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Is the secret code still “Plum Porter”?
Has the connection between root canal treatment and Imperial Sours been confirmed yet?
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“Plum Porter RESERVE” plus the special symbol.
Mrs RM blames the chocolate porter DIPAs.
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Secret code must be Bass is Best…. I claim my free holiday 🙂
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“but there’s a definite lack of compelling material at the moment.”
I thought you made most of it up? 😉
“and my domestic arrangements for a while longer.”
(leans in) Go on…. 🙂
“this is the newly refurbished spare room”
Do you call it that because people would go spare in there? 😉
“though Mrs RM did jump on the Yellow from West Street this week, possibly illegally but we’ll see.”
Yup. Aren’t they making some things illegal… retroactively? 🙂
“We walked down to her dental appointment near the Catholic Church.”
Was it Apollonia dentists?
“In the photo below you can see Mrs RM being chased by the dentist with a drill.”
(slow golf clap!) 🙂
“I had 20 minutes to kill while a diagnosis of more “root canal” treatment was reached.”
Ugh. Been there, done that, with my missus. Three times!
“the queue for Caffè Nero snaked back to the water features.”
Folks ARE desperate, aren’t they?
“I had just enough time to scoff the Scicilian lemon cheesecake before Mrs RM caught up with me.”
It’s called ‘jumping on the grenade’. Your selfless act is so noted.
Cheers
PS – Here’s hoping the opening of British pubs is as awe inspiring as this Ye Olde Pub:
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