Monday. A lovely day yesterday. The wee white tornado supervised proceedings, as usual, did quality control in the kitchen and passed everything as suitable for the table. A good day was had by all.
No frost this morning, so I'll have a trip over to Wotton-under-edge, After I've found out what those contractors are doing! Yeah. Right.
Well done Snowflake, were they dragged indoors to be admired?
All's goodish down 'ere thanks. Going into the Big Smoke tomorrow for a catchup with "Sad Sacks Anon". Been feeling a bit down again, maybe a natter with people with similar issues will help. If not, I'll probably walk away feeling better coz their issues are greater than mine;-/
It's a small market town literally under the edge of the Cotswold escarpment. There is a delightful organic shop I like to frequent. The main shopping street is narrow and one way!
Four Bakeries, quiche for breakfast, sausage roll for elevenses, pie for lunch and a pastry for afternoon tea, there should be five, what's for dinner?
There's an even better one. Waterly Bottom. It is real!
What it means is that it is in a dip in the land, at the bottom. At Waterly Bottom there is a rather nice pub, called The New Inn. It's about three hundred years old and is the only building there! It's down a very narrow road that only goes to the pub.