January 2026. St Annes.
Mrs RM decided to leave the Fifteen at Seventeen Twenty-Three.
I have no idea why.
“A walk along the bracing sea front, Mrs RM ?“
“No, Mr RM. Tea and back to that nice warm room at the Travelodge“.
St Annes was looking pleasant by night,
with lots of dining options, including Australian tapas at Ducks Nuts which used to be No.10 Ale House, but Mrs RM preferred the authenticity of the Spoons.
It’s Burns Night, all week, and Rabbie himself has approved the official meal to celebrate his birthday.
“You’ll be having the Caledonian burger then” says Mrs RM, and she’s right.
Mrs RM is going to have something small, and wants me to order onion rings she can share.
For the second time in a month. I forget that the burger already comes with onion rings, and I’m presented with eighteen (18) of them, which is the sort of Man v Food challenge you get on American TV.
And then it transpires that Mrs RM has changed her mind at the last and ordered pasta so won’t be needing those rings anymore !
Anyway, the haggis tastes freshly caught, and Acorn’s Old Moor Porter is a chewy 3.5, if not particular Scottish. But this is;
retiredmartin 
Blue plates! All is not lost.
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An outdoor seat would mean the peckish seagulls could help you out with the onion rings.
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“Mrs RM decided to leave the Fifteen at Seventeen Twenty-Three.”
Phew. So she WAS there (for her Imperial pint?).
“I have no idea why.”
(looks up)
It can’t be the song (although there is a Smith I know who’s miserable – not me or my better half).
Did you drink her Imperial pint?
“No, Mr RM. Tea and back to that nice warm room at the Travelodge“.
Aha! You had the Imperial pint, otherwise it would have kept Mrs RM warm enough inside for a walk along the bracing sea front.
“but Mrs RM preferred the authenticity of the Spoons.”
(slow golf clap)
“and Rabbie himself has approved the official meal to celebrate his birthday.”
(looks down)
Is there an actual haggis that isn’t Scottish?
“Mrs RM is going to have something small, and wants me to order onion rings she can share.”
No comment. 😉
“I forget that the burger already comes with onion rings, and I’m presented with eighteen (18) of them,”
Guffaw!
“And then it transpires that Mrs RM has changed her mind at the last and ordered pasta so won’t be needing those rings anymore !”
Holding my sides whilst I continue to guffaw.
“Anyway, the haggis tastes freshly caught,”
(slow golf clap)
Meaning, you won’t catch me out on that!
Cheers
PS – Just FYI, but I most likely will not be commenting until next weekend. We’re off to Vancouver for the Roundup thingy for the week. It will be wall-to-wall get togethers (with drinks), meetings over meals (with drinks) and I believe my darling wife will have at least 10 immediate family there (siblings, nieces and nephews) that we’ll be seeing (with drinks). 😎🍻
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