Friday, October 27, 2017

Remembrance, hooks and having a Local.

Tonight I went out with three friends, to my local pub. And very nice it is too. In the past two months I have been there five times, and Mr Elliott and I have a date night/day to go there too. The Little Man goes back to school next week, so then I guess I’ll be hitting the pub. Make mine a coke, because that’s how I roll......hardcore all the way.  But I tell you what, I am actually quite proud of The George as my local. It is so good to have somewhere nice and welcoming (friendly staff, dogs are welcome and catered for too, water and dog biscuits just inside the door.)

Because I’m English, can I please be permitted to moan about the weather, and the clocks changing business? Right so, our clocks change at the weekend, they go back an hour. It’s already really dark. And even though this happens EVERY year, it still surprises me. Spring forward, fall back. A handy saying to help you remember what’s going on. Please excuse the Americanism. (Fall=Autumn) So, yeah, it’s dark, and dingy, and raining. On and off. On and off. Like my bobble hat and scarf. BUT I did get a proper grown up coat from Mountain Warehouse. It’s black, so it will go with my heart, ninety percent of my wardrobe, and it’s so very light and so very warm. Excellent purchase, well done.

Talking about excellent purchases, a row of hooks arrived today. And I can’t wait to get them up on the wall! It’s really important to keep the floors clear when you’re in a wheelchair, obstacles like, for example, a pile of your bags can become a death trap. A DEATH TRAP I TELL YOU!! A nod to the Good Man, who has taken on the role of health and safety executive.
Right, I must go and see about getting these hooks on the wall.


In remembrance of Chris.
Thanks for the
memories
and experiences
you provided.

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