I slept reasonably well, but was till up
shortly after 6am. I tiddled the dogs (who
went promptly back to bed) and then watched telly. “Dad’s Army” and “Mutiny on
the Buses” passed the time until "er indoors TM"
surfaced.
As I watched Blakey (who still “ates you Butler”) my new phone beeped with a friend
request from Facebook. I thought that was odd as I’d turned off the thing’s
mobile data and wi-fi last night. Sure enough they were still off. The phone
couldn’t connect to the Internet, but somehow it had received the friend
request and also an email or two. I wonder how it does that. I turned on the
Internet connection and had a look on-line. As always Facebook amazed me; if
nothing else it shows that I truly have nothing in common with some people that
I’ve known for years. I particularly get wound up by people posting these
self-improvement memes which imply that absolutely anyone can be utterly
successful in anything they try. They are always posted by people who’ve never
had life truly piss on them. Some people are lucky; other are not. And it is
really unfair that the fortunate imply the less fortunate are in their various
predicaments because of some failing on their part.
"er indoors TM" eventually got
up. I say “eventually” – in fairness
she probably got up about the same time that the rest of the world would have
done, but by then I’d been up for ages and was bored shitless with sitting
about waiting.
We took the dogs round the park. It was a
rather frosty morning, and the walk was somewhat delayed by pretty much
everyone we encountered wanting to fuss the puppy. Mind you, apart from a minor
incident when "Furry Face TM" tiddled on "Furry
Shark TM"’s head, the walk passed off reasonably well.
We came home for cake, then set off to the train
station where we soon found Steve and Sarah. The train was on time and it wasn’t
long before we were in the Bridge café with Jimbo scoffing a rather late
brekkie. And with brekkie scoffed we went to the Firkin where we met Stevey. We
also met a pint of Bunny Hop and Lemon Dream and some tropping shollies (!)
From the Firkin it was only a short walk to an
old favouite; the Chambers. A pint of black IPA (abv 5.8%) went down very nicely. We could have stayed longer, but
the Chambers isn’t the cheapest of ale houses so (pausing only briefly for geo-reasons) we went on to the Guildhall
for Harvey’s Best, pool and a very saucy photograph in the gent’s lavatory.
The Pullman was only a short hop from
the Guildhall. They were serving Educated Guess from the Mad Cat brewery. There
was a serious “real ale twat” on the
next table, but (to be fair) he
seemed to be harmless enough.
Time was pushing on, so we made a
bee-line for Kipps alehouse and a pint of Brewdolph (from the great Orme brewery). And with that guzzled it only remained
to get a kebab and go home. And in a novel break with tradition I stayed awake
long enough to get off the train at Ashford.
I took a few photos
of the afternoon… I wonder if I will get up for the walk we’ve got planned
or tomorrow…?
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