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NO CREAM tea, I’m afraid, thanks to the rain, and no Ev either thanks to knackered feet. But photos were taken, mud was slipped on and cider was drunk. A result all round.
As you might have noticed, I went a tad nuts on the close-up pics. Ev and me are hoping to go back to Broome Farm once the weather clears up to have one of their amazingly huge and fantastic cream teas. Much fun has been had so far, especially with the adorable bundle of fun that is baby Sian (there are pics to come), and we’ve got trips to […]
Our 23″ monitor — now with a strip of blown pixels courtesy of our shitty movers.
IT JUST never ends, does it? Today I rearranged my office (christened “the murder room” by Shelley on account of it being red) and thought, “Hey, why am I using the 20-inch monitor when I could be working in style on the 23-inch one?” So off I go to the guest room (guest room, for eff’s sake, guest room) and find it still wrapped in three towels with a large “FRAGILE” sticker on the front.
Unfortunately the epileptic howler monkeys our wrecking moving company […]
Iestyn before he began living under the bed.
ONE thing a few people asked us before we moved into our house was, “How will the cats take it?” My response was, “They’ll have to bloody stick it,” as, unlike Ev, I don’t see why two bags of fur should rule our lives. We both thought they’d be OK with the move — confused at first, yes, and maybe frightened, but all right within a week. How wrong we were.
Iestyn is now entering his eighth straight day of hiding under the bed. Emric has taken a couple of tours of the place […]
NEVER again. Ever. I don’t care if we win Buckingham Palace in a bet next week, I’m not going through that shit again.
First off — the movers. They turned up four hours late, assured us that emptying the flat would take three hours, then promptly took five hours to do it. We even ended up having to help them carry stuff to the car. Now I’d imagine that not all one-bedroom apartments have 75 boxes of books in them, but still — five hours?
Luckily the move went without a hitch. Nah, I’m joking, it was a total pain in the arse. The movers left for […]
THIS is one of those places we’ve driven past a few times but never stopped at. Well, until today. It has all the promise of being a great diner and looks awesome — it even matches my Mini’s roof. So this morning, after being diverted all over Belmont Shore thanks to a fire at the Marina Pacifica mall, we gave up on going to Hof’s Hut and headed for the Best Place Cafe.
It’s a big place, clean and tidy and there’s counter-service only. The menu is large Specials are advertised on the windows and I chose the ham steak with three eggs over-easy, […]
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