Sometimes in life you just have to admit you need to move on.
And so it is with us, as this month we’ll be leaving Sheffield (safe in Will’s hands, no doubt) for pastures new. Sadly we won’t even get to enjoy the inside of its magical pubs..
…or Stones Bitter on cask.
BUT I feel I’ve visited all the pubs now, and walked most of the streets, and learnt how to say “M’duck“. It’s time to move on.
There’s other reasons. Yorkshire and the Humber is a hotbed of Covid right now, and I need to feel safer.
Talking of trespassers, James keeps popping round uninvited, it’s getting Mrs RM down.
We’re able to move upmarket, now that I’ve discovered how much that Sophie B Hawkins vinyl in my collection is worth (low/mid/upper prices listed).
How does Mrs RM feel about the move ? Well, having finished the refurb I think she’s ready for a new challenge.
And as she said when I asked her “I do whatever my husband tells me“. But you knew that.