at the West End Tap
The central heating has just kicked in. It must be 6.24am and nearly time to stick the kettle on. I woke up around 5am and took a look at my phone. Unfortunately it wasn’t on silent and loud video from last night started playing, waking Anne up. Feel bad about this. Hopefully she got back to sleep. I eventually came downstairs to do stuff.
We had a great night at the West End Tap Christmas Quiz. Our team, which had 8 people in it, only came fourth out of 6. I’m crap at pub quizzes. Anne drove which was most convenient. I sat at the bar next to Steve from Jazz Orbit and had a nice chat with him.
The road outside sounds quite busy. It’s amazing how many people are out and about at this time of day. A lot of people obviously start work early. Workers of the world unite. Up the revolution etc. I‘m glad we don’t live in the South East. Early starts are quite standard down there. It’s no life. People are trapped in the system. Afraid to break out from London.
I feel that if we were able to own a chunk of the allotments out the back we could convert them into a small holding. Keep a pig or two. Hens, ducks etc. The ultimate escape. It would be more of a hobby than anything we would rely on and we would have to be disciplined in getting the pigs slaughtered every year. We need to survive. Actually that contradicts what I was saying about it being a hobby doesn’t it but you know what I mean. I’m not about to start getting sentimental about a pig. Especially when you know how much I like a bacon sandwich.
A thought for you. When I was a kid in Waunfawr I remember we always had to tip the milk bottle upside down before opening it to distribute the cream that had floated to the top. You also needed a stone or bit of slate to cover the milk bottles to stop birds from pecking at them to get at the cream. We don’t get that nowadays. Ok partly it’s because we are drinking semi-skimmed milk but I don’t think it happens even with full fat. Full fat must also be partly skimmed. I dunno.
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Alistair is taking the kids to school this morning. They normally get the bus home on Thursdays and John goes straight to his saxophone lesson with Colin. Usually Anne or I then pick him up from Minster Yard in front of the Cathedral to save him having to walk home with his school bag and the sax, both of which are heavy. Today I am having lunch out with Adie. It’s Anne who is the normal luncher-outer. The point is at the time of writing I’m not sure whether Adie has managed to offload his picking up from school duties and therefore whether beer will be involved at lunchtime. If there is beer I won’t be picking up from the Cathedral.
This evening it is Steve Wildman’s leaving do. Again. It is becoming a traditional party. He isn’t leaving anywhere but it’s a good excuse for a party. At the Peacock. Got a a few bits to sort out this morning before the day is written off.
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