Old Station House B&B
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... erecting lot from the pub. I find this group the most daunting and would find it hard to keep up a conversation though I've managed it --with difficulty-- in the past.
Usually they see me as an object of ridicule. Memories of Revesby Workers' Club come shudderingly to mind.
Secondly, there's the cashmere cardigan sort (ladies) and neat trousers and checked shirt and tie (men) who seem to predominate here.
They are seen in all 'normal', everyday venues ...
... I made a mad dash into a shop on the pathway, grabbing a new pair of shoes, and boarded the bus before half of our fellow travelers. I hate to admit but my choice of footwear was off a titch. I desperately needed another pair of comfortable, closed shoes as my Danskos were starting to kill and it was too cold for Chacos. Next was my lovely Bampton, much smaller than in seems on ...
... it was Limtech giving Video Girl, a minute by minute run down of activities he had enjoyed on the ship that may be her undoing. She hoped not.
It is very hard when Julia (the satnav) is saying, 'turn left at the first intersection in 50 metres, Delcom saying, turn left at the next intersection, Video Girl driving and concentrating on everything, when over the top of all this, was the deep husky voice of Limtech ' and for afternoon tea on the boat, ...
... trying out another of the country pubs, The Crown and Trumpet. It was nice but we forgot playing cards so the girls were bored as they found yesterdays pub, The Swan, more enjoyable and child friendly.
There were lots of barking dogs at the Crown and Trumpet and yet Charlie did not seem to be phased at all (probably because he had pork scratchings and there were no Cocker Spaniels).
... Oh God, what am I looking for?
We just completely lost it and laughed like maniacs for a good three minutes. Gwendoline, hearing our cackling from upstairs, came rushing down and then stood there looking at us like we were mentally insane. We tried to explain but of course it just didn’t come across!
We walked down to the village and had a lovely pub meal and then made our way home again and went to bed….. And here endeth the first ...