Just walked to the top of the Sugarloaf.
Last time I walked up there the day ended with us beating Cardiff 0-2 with Orlandi opening the scoring.
Just walked to the top of the Sugarloaf.
Looking forward to darker evenings and everything associated with it. Would hate to live somewhere warm all year round with little seasonal variety.
A day to be outside. Cycle on the Downs Link to Shoreham. Coffee at the cafe at the end of Worthing Pier (recommended), bought some Sole on the front. Called in at a friends beach hut at Widewater - cake and coffee. Home. Filleted and breaded sole and fried with new potatoes, peas, and carrot mash. Food of Kings. Bottle of Theakstons. Happy day.
New Potatoes ?? Late October.
I spent TWO hours in the BRIGHELMET in West Street with a FULL English instead of ONE
As i hurt the damaged bit of my spine by running for 30 minutes at a snail with a damaged back's pace, i bumped into an old friend who has become a hipster thanks to the relationship he is in and the area he was forced to move to which insists on facial hair and rolled-up jeans. He and i chatted for a few minutes and i trotted home slowly. Once back home, i dried my face and idled over to the Hackney Picturehouse for a 10.30am showing of that Martian film. Sold out, but for one seat. What the blue biggins! Could the girlfriend just sit on top of me, i thought. Nah. And off we went for a walk instead. When dong so, we wandered past and then lurked in the vicinity of a local city farm, listening to a rooster crow and a particularly slender and long-necked duck scamper about quite amusingly - i was sure i saw a donkey watching it also with a wry masticating grin. We had a nap on our return, an hour in length, so maybe that's when we had the extra. Or afterwards at a local French cafe, where we like a lovely quiche mit salad of a Sunday, in which today was almost empty until in walked a girl of 7 or 8 flashing at a gay couple sat behind us and another couple wandering in to talk loudly over how one of them had become an atheist after a terrible bout of typhoid as a 17 year old. A bit odd. We were there for an hour though, so it counts. Also, there, we were now known by the head waitress. She knew of our hot drink selection. That doesn't happen much to me, being remembered, as i slide quietly in and out places. I am not sure i liked it. Then home we spent more than an hour trying to work out why my laptop wifi connection is so much weaker than the girlfriend's. Turned lots of things on and off, but haven't much got anywhere. Still, it was time spent. And my, what a day of it.
I spent TWO hours in the BRIGHELMET in West Street with a FULL English instead of ONE