Monthly Archives: November 2021

On the weekend, I was talking to Nicktor about making tea. We both make tea for our wives; real tea with leaves in a teapot. We both agreed that it tastes better. I then suggested that it doesn’t take a … Continue reading →

It was all a bit slippy this morning, walking into town. On the way in, I walked on the grass and, on the way back, I took the back streets. Oddly enough, down the back streets, one side was slippy … Continue reading →

Yesterday, sitting in Marriott’s Warehouse having lunch, Bill from the Midlands showed us a couple of photos from Sheffield taken that morning. His son-in-law had sent them. There was a lot of snow. I didn’t know it at the time, … Continue reading →

I was chatting to the woman on the check out in Waitrose this morning. As she scanned a block (or two) of Charmer, she said how much she and her son loved the Charmer. I agreed saying my wife loved … Continue reading →

I have decided to relate the story that Natalie told us in the bar yesterday. It’s just too good to not write down. Of course, I will omit anything that could indicate anything about the person involved. Well, apart from … Continue reading →

I was originally going to stand on the Slab tonight, joining Nicktor and the other Old Slabbers, half heartedly cheering on the Shots while Charlie regaled us with some strange programme he’d found in the depths of the Channel 5 … Continue reading →

I forgot to take my book with me this morning so, rather than read about a train trip in India, I started writing my blog on my phone. I do this sometimes and, though it’s a bit more laborious than … Continue reading →

I made an excess of meatballs yesterday. Well, Friday really. Which meant we were having meatballs for dinner tonight. It also meant I needed to buy a swede to have as a potato substitute for them to sit on. I … Continue reading →