Back to the Sheffield suburbs again, and the first legitimate commuter village you come to beyond the end of the tram line. Once I’m 3 weeks clear of my first jab and have all these pub “wine gardens” to explore I might give the tram a proper workout. “Sheffield Wine Gardens by t’Tram” will be… Continue reading NOT HAUGHTY IN OUGHTIBRIDGE
Tag: Sheffield
ENOUGH OF THE CANS, ROLL OUT THE BEER GARDENS
I felt shattered today, after all that heavy lifting yesterday. SO tired, I had to turn to Mumsnet to lift my mood. Never mind Covid, or Simon’s new blog, or United’s title charge; this is what mums are worried about today. The correct responses are, of course 1) Lorenzo, 2) Good morning to you, too,… Continue reading ENOUGH OF THE CANS, ROLL OUT THE BEER GARDENS
UNTIL I LEARN TO ACCEPT MY REWARD
“Where’s my blog post ?” screams D. Southworth. “I think I know the answer !” says Lorenzo. “Are you still alive ?” asks Mrs RM, who measures my pulse by my blog output. I’ve been helping James move, and I’m knackered. Mrs RM is STILL putting cupboards up, at 9.03 pm. Here’s the travel map;… Continue reading UNTIL I LEARN TO ACCEPT MY REWARD
SETTLING IN, MOVING ON
“Do you feel like you’re in Sheffield yet ?” said Mrs RM, while I made her coffee and buttered scones. “I don’t” said Mrs RM, answering the clearly rhetorical question. She’s right. I may have been called “M’duck” and “Me love” 88 times on trips to Click-and-Collect, I may have noticed the clicking of my… Continue reading SETTLING IN, MOVING ON
I NEED BINOCULARS, ON TOP OF FOX HILL
About time for a new walk, I think. Since that burst of sun on Sunday it’s been a bit dour here in Sheffield, enlived only by the discovery of that Han Solo spoiler (top) down by the Premier Store. In truth, any news about Star Trek would be a spoiler as I haven’t watched any… Continue reading I NEED BINOCULARS, ON TOP OF FOX HILL
SHE’S GONE
Had you worried for a second, didn’t I ? Actually Mrs RM would probably have entered the divorce mode normally reserved for an argument in IKEA if I’d forced her to pop in Sheffield’s Queens Hotel for a pint of Wards. Closed for 24 years before being demolished, without fanfare, this year. Why did no-one… Continue reading SHE’S GONE
HERE COMES THE SUMMER
“Stop depressing us with pictures of burnt-out pubs on Sheffield industrial estates” writes A. Reader from Tonbridge (not Wells), at a stroke limiting my blogging blogging material by half. I’m tempted to bring you daily updates from our garden, which will at least please the cat-lovers amongst you (c. 99.2% of you). Sunday saw temperatures… Continue reading HERE COMES THE SUMMER
WINTER, IT IS PAST
“Sun is shining, birds singing, City top of the League, cases falling. The light is getting closer.” That was my contribution to the debate on Blue Moon yesterday, and today’s Covid stats continue to encourage; Just as importantly, our takeaway from Sang Lung tonight was almost as good as Chung Hwa. A great Chinese takeaway… Continue reading WINTER, IT IS PAST
SNIVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN
Our lovely septuagenarian neighbours popped round the other night to tell us about a little problem that I’ll entertain you with later. It’s the first time we’ve spoke since Christmas, and I wouldn’t know they’re next door if it wasn’t for the huge “YEEEESSSSS !” when Sheffield United score (Jan 17th, I think). We compared… Continue reading SNIVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN
MOPING AROUND, WAITING
Only three more days and we’re in March, which is basically April Eve, when pubs come back. Something to look forward to in another grim month. Even the showroom dummies in the Hillsborough Sue Ryder store have fallen asleep. With pubs closed, Walkley-ites have taken to drinking their exotic cocktails atop the blue recycling bins… Continue reading MOPING AROUND, WAITING
