In Mr Boyfriend’s village, there is a local pub that is revered by many for its food. Despite it being just a few minutes away from his house we’ve never managed to be organised enough to reserve a table; it’s small and tables get booked up fast. Last Friday we threw caution to the icy wind and trotted along on the off-chance of squeezing in for a hearty pub meal.
(I feel I should probably point out, for Neil’s sake, that I trot and skitter, but he does not. He strides sure-footedly in a manly sort of way.)
However, due to the popularity of said pub it was a good couple of hours before we were seated. By the time we had sat down I had imbibed a fair bit of wine and had also considered destroying the banana which resides in my handbag. I ordered scampi (pub classic) and there was a lot of it. There was a separate dish chock-full of lovely looking chips. I think the food was good. Sadly, mostly on account of the wine, I can’t quite recall. We ate and paid and went out to brave the cold again.
When I woke up the next day I was greeted by more snow. More snow! It’s only just melted! Obviously that’s what the icy wind was all about: it was ushering in its chilly friend, to ice up ponds and pavements and Muriel’s windscreen washers! I was meeting Laura for an early afternoon hot chocolate but only had inappropriate footwear: slippery of sole and wobbly of heel. As a girl who is fond of her wellies my feet felt woefully naked as I tottered out into the bleak midwinter.
The snow quickly melted away and had turned to rain when I returned to university in York on Tuesday. Unfortunately I’m back to 9 am lectures, which means a 6.20 am start to catch the half past 7 train. It’s not too bad, though: I don’t have much time lounging around in between lectures this semester and I’m home for 5 pm, unlike the 10 pm hometime of the first half of the year. Of course, university usually means…. train knitting! Recently I’ve been eyeing up two of Connie Chang Chinchio’s patterns, Peyton and the Apres Surf Hoodie. However I had the beginnings of a migraine on the way home yesterday, so didn’t knit. I actually fell asleep on the train, which is something I’ve never done before. Luckily I didn’t miss my stop! I got home and went to bed, fell asleep again and was late for horse riding with a bouncy, bouncy head.
When I got home from the stables I ate some mashed potato (I couldn’t bear chewing any solids) and went back to bed again, sleeping through until this morning. This migraine thing is quite new to me, and I’m a bit worried I’m going to become one of those women you read about in post-wartime novels. You know the kind: lives in a grand old house, vanishes up to bed for days at a time, shutters drawn, appearing all dolled up in a fine silk blouse as soon as there’s a sniff of a gin cocktail.
Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad! I might just go and get myself a Tom Collins.
Glad to see that you are still knitting Sweetheart. Have missed you on Thursdays. Love reading your Blog though, so I’ll keep popping in to keep up to date. Leonie
Emily where is this pub with the lovely chips and where I can get sloshed before I eat?! It sounds like a place I need to visit… Do they approve of mad knitter-y types?!
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Sounds like quite the happenin’ place you went to with “Mr. Boyfriend!” lol. The way you described the woman you feared turning into gave me quite the visual!