Well where has the summer gone! A whole 2 (& a bit) months have went by without a single darn tootin' post... Have accompanied this post with a picture of a hot frothy coffee & a homemade peppermint slice. Just because.This summer has involved Spain, farms, plenty of magpies, eating too much & an upcoming change of career.
Too much to write about really, even if I wanted to. I'll instead fill space with an tale of a recent night out in Hulme, in what the OH and I have affectionately started calling our 'local' (even though we generally have to be at least mildly tanked up before considering entering it.) There is an old man who raises his cane in camaraderie and issues a friendly (well, borderline hostile) jeer to those brave enough to walk through the door. The next thing one notices is the sound of Barry Manilow immediately assaulting the ears. Should even think of laughing at the venues playing of Barry Manilow, one is accosted by a man passionate on the subject... trying to deflect him kindly by saying Mr Manilow is 'before our time'does not go down well. Well, says he, was Mozart before your time? Beethoven before your time?At this stage we were glad to see said man's ladyfriend return from the loos, to whisk him away before things got messy.
V memorable way to end a night after a mini-pub crawl to Corbieres, Perveril of the Peak & Odder... after a few red wines the thought of my last monday in my current job seemed a lot more palatable!
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