Days. Yes, 339 days until we’re mortgage free. Regular updates may follow. Particularly from the 309 day point.
Stumpy II
Well, as expected, my second in command is now without her special broken foot shoe And one crutch. She has now returned to matching shoes, although her Ugg boots do appear now to be different in colour/shade. Presumeably, since only one has been worn for some time now.
A minor celebration was allowed. Mostly because my significant other’s breakage was significantly worse than initially explained. It now transpires than an ankle was also broken. While the issue wasn’t highlighted at the beginning of this journey, I do understand that there may have been a desire not to panic my second in command.
It’s all over now though. We’re now a single crutch household. And, after a week or two, we shall move to a walking stick.
Stumpy
From the end of the week, I’ll no longer be able to refer to my second in command as Stumpy. Her cast’s been off a couple of weeks now and the special broken foot shoe should be gone on Friday.
Care is being taken not to break anything else.
Wanka & Son
Found an old picture from a few years ago. Taken in Germany. A builder’s van.
They may have some connection to asphalt, car parks, or both.
Whittlesey
There’s an annual festival in Whittlesey. A straw-bear-beer kind of festival. Basically, a bloke dresses up in a bear costume (straw is involved), then people follow him around, drinking beer.
A couple of weeks ago, Eidnan told me about a straw bear beer, although I may have not quite recollected the name correctly. I was also somewhat critical, mainly since real ale may not be halal. Or it might be.
In the City Tavern this afternoon, I noticed Strawbeer at the bar. Realising that Eidnan’s preferred beer may not be suitable for vegans/vegetarians, I asked whether the beer contained anything dead. On being told it was fish free (the little display in front of the pump was pretty cloudy anyway), I purchased a pint.
I’d love to say that it was gorgeous. It wasn’t though. But it was OK. No, it was nice. It was a great colour and was a bit cloudy. And it was nice.
I probably should have taken a picture of my beer, but I neglected to capture such things. The pump attachment was probably worthy of theft, but I abstained.
Soon after, in Lady Greys, I had a delicious Berliner Pilsner. I did take a picture of this one, even debated stealing the glass.
I didn’t though. On leaving the pub, we observed a sign outside in the street.
It was somewhat relevant to my lifestyle, but I decided not to steal the sign (well, I’d have gotten chalk all over myself). And then we went home.
That last part may not have been wholly truthful.
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New glasses
Well, I finally gave in and bought a pair of varifocals. For work mainly, since I sometimes struggle to read small print in meetings. I bought them from an online shop; a good price and decent quality.
Next time I order glasses, though, I shall do so when sober. I may have purchased glasses with red frames.
Yorkshire pudding
This evening, my second in command made Yorkshire puddings. Vegan Yorkshire puddings. An important discovery allowed such an event; the water from a can of chickpeas makes a pretty decent egg substitute. Apparently, it works in cake too.
And a video from Saturday night’s gig.
Kind of Augustines II
Memories from last night have been emerging through the day. Apparently, I told Mr McCarthy that my second in command had walked 17 miles on crutches to see him. Obviously, that wasn’t quite true. And he understood that, even found it amusing.
Such claims were largely due to the 6.8â„… Jakehead. I’d only had two or three, then thought it wise to switch to Erdinger. Anyway, I enjoyed nice conversation with Billy. And I’m sure my second in command enjoyed her hugs with Mr McCarthy.
Some other, pretty random, pictures from yesterday.
Well, I did say they were random. There’s a story behind most of them, but I’m way too lazy to go into that level of detail.
Anyway, It was a great night. There are a couple of full band gigs on sale soon; we quite fancy March in Manchester. And, hopefully, somewhere nearer home.
Kind of Augustines
Pretty damn amazing; Mr William McCarthy, a real gentleman and an incredible performer. More will follow in a few hours, but a picture for now.
That little tent at T in the Park a few years ago, when we stumbled across We are Augustines, as they were at the time, was something pretty special. We were stupidly impressed at the time and have loved the Augustines ever since. My second in command may have a thing about Billy; nothing to do with the multiple hugs with him this evening I’m sure. Looking forward to the third album and the accompanying tour.
William McCarthy
This rainy afternoon, we shall visit public houses in Ouseburn. Followed by a short walk to Byker, where Billy McCarthy will be playing at the Cluny.
