Beer: Farrs Pale 4.2%
At the corner of the bar, right next to the front door to Front Street, the Rizza fireplace isn’t in the right place is it? Still, when on the go it’s nice to sit next to: if there’s room, if one is the only person – in either bar – who want to do that. Because of its position right inside the door – sitting next to the fire isn’t an option in the public bar.
I’m in the lounge, as is my wont. I’m the only one in on arrival so get to sit fireside.
Quite soporific it is… I’ve been at work today, and only had three hours (or less) sleep after the Bobbers bus back from Bolton last night. Got Private Eye, but can’t really concentrate on it.
Fire’s very nice, mind. We’re in a cold snap. Not as bitter as Olomouc six weeks ago, but pretty bloody nippy. S’alright – if we get a decent overnight frost it won’t be muddy underfoot on my walk back through the park in twelve hours time.
Alexa plays the sounds of the 60s, or is it the 70s? I’m so bloody tired.
Holiday any minute (Cádiz and Seville).
In the meantime neither Mr Fosters, nor the motor buddies are in. I sit alone, reading the Eye, not taking it in, looking into the fire and listening the Alexa’s output – which has shifted to the 80s.