February 2025. York. We said we’d get away straight after the funeral; Mrs RM hoped for Moldova, I wanted Maidenhead. It never happened, what with trips to banks and father-in-laws and such. But Sunday brought news of £33 Travelodges in big cities, and with its most famous resident 250 miles away in Neath, there would… Continue reading THE GOLDEN BALL, YORK. BAD KITTY, SHY CAT