Is there anything better than a sunny Sunday morning? Don’t answer that, it’s rhetorical.
When we opened the door to the lounge and the sunlight bathed us, we knew it was time to get out and enjoy it. Keen to break fast in the sun, we walked down to Chumleigh Gardens for the all‐day breakfast. The food’s not great, but the environment more than makes up for it. Courting pigeons, a hurrying fox, and happy families made it a pleasurable hour. We also met blog readers MishMash and Merrick (sounds like odd‐couple private detectives — a clown and an ex‐cop).
We walked off breakfast with a circuit of the park, enjoying its disparate groups; the geese and ducks and fishermen at the pond; the junior rugby league; the South American football tournament; the West Asian cricket games; the pocket boy racers with their remote‐controlled monster trucks; the dog walkers; the tennis players; hundreds of people enjoying leisure time. Made me feel quite sentimental.
In the evening, to the Phoenix for a few drinks with an assortment of blog readers. Thanks to Mishmash & Merrick (again), SG, Copeywolf, Amanda Fuller, Luke, Dickdotcom and their respective lurker friends/partners for coming along. Sorry if I didn’t get a chance to talk to some of you as much as I’d have liked, but I hope everyone enjoyed themselves and put faces to some of the names on here.
I think next time we’ll try to advertise it a bit further ahead, and perhaps try for somewhere a bit more central. And I will bring along Bubbles the horse, to avoid the questions of his whereabouts.
After the Phoenix, myself and my mail‐order bride went to the George Canning for a steak sandwich / burger. Nice, but I was feeling a little numbed by the Frulli at the Phoenix so we retired to bed shortly afterwards.