I’ve just been on another Midlands Meander with BB. This winter he’s parked in Kings Bromley marina – he does like to ensure I’m getting the complete Midlands experience. We went over to Chester a lovely old town I’d not seen enough of having been only once before.
On the way he took me in to Snugbury’s, an ice cream shop he’s always banging on about. Between you and I, dear reader, my two flavour (raspberry pavlova and chocolate brownie) cone was somewhat extra-special though it will take me a few more visits to confirm he’s right to call it the best ice cream ever, and I’ll never ever admit it to him!
The staff at Snugburys make a new straw sculpture every year. This year a 38ft tall Peter Rabbit dominates the skyline in honour of the 150th anniversary of the birth of Beatrix Potter.
The following day we honoured Lichfield’s christmas market with our presence. We sampled (and bought) our way boozily between the gin, wine and mulled wine stalls, pausing only long enough to purchase strong cheeses and finished off at a stall selling a lush paella (had to soak up all those samples). That evening we ate a rather scrummy meal at a Mediterranean restaurant in Lichfield; me, Andalucian pork. BB, Boeuf Bourguignon.
Interspersed between the gallivanting we managed to drink a couple of bottles of French estate wine I’d brought back and a couple of cakes BB baked as he knew I was coming.
My visit was cut short when I was subjected to total recall and summoned back to Berkshire (probably as well for the sake of both our waistlines). K’s back seized as she bent over her desk and picked up six of her classes exercise books – roll on next month, the MRI and decision day about the upcoming op. Hopefully her op will be as successful as R0X1’s cosmetic surgery – she is now a no gaffer tape zone!
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