An end of the year pub lunch today but not at the Brunswick,
which is not serving food despite a packed pub as they again, defy the laws of profitable
economics. Instead we’re at the Waterfall, drinking their dodgy beer, in their
empty pub but at least they’re serving food.
Later, I win a game in our final squash match of the year.
So my knee is clearly improving a little.
L meets us at the Leisure Centre. She was originally going
to walk the boys up but it's too wet for the pampered pooches. So I take them
in the car. Instead she runs there but is late arriving. She has some
fantastically inventive story about helping a blind man buy a train ticket from
Leeds or something.
We then head for an end of season curry at the Three Spices in
Ruddington. The Three Spices is in the back of the Three Crowns pub, which used
to be a really good real ale pub but it’s lost its way recently. Six ales but
nothing you’d go out of your way for. They even sell born again Shipstones. A beer
I spent a large proportion of my youth trying to avoid. So we give it a go. It’s
different to what I remember but it’s still not an experience you’d want to
repeat terribly often.
The curry however is excellent and no one is put off their
food as we recount the tale of Doggo and the scarf he ate, the 12 year old
puppy that he is. The scarf that we then had to assist in the re-emergence of, intact,
at the other end of his digestive system. In fact everyone seems to be finding
it quite hilarious and not at all revolting. He's going to be the talk of the
Christmas dinner tables.
Then I queue for 45 minutes on Derby County’s website to buy
Chelsea tickets for my brother which go on sale at midnight. It’s proving to be a
popular game.
(Thursday 19th December)
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