Still, I did get two tomato plants from the garden centre.
They were in much better condition than the ones they had last week. I didn’t put them
out, though, since we’re forecast another frost tonight. And Shropshire,
which is a county only about forty miles from here, had two inches of snow last
night. Blow trumpet, the world is white
with snow. Seems Tennyson got it only half right.
Today’s choice from the Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference range of beers is good old Yorkshire
bitter. They all come in differently shaped bottles, you know, and the top on
the Yorkshire bitter bottle proved to be the one
most resistant to being prised off. Yorkshire
people are like that. Yorkshire originated the
saying ‘Ee, lad, it’s grim up north.’ And the label on the bottle describes it
as ‘Demerara sweetness with full malt body and citrus overtones.’ I’d lay odds
on that a Yorkshireman didn’t write that. That’s poncy southern talk, that is.
A Yorkshireman would have said ‘It’s bitter, lad. What more dust tha want?’ It
is, too. The next one to try is Suffolk Blonde. Sounds like a floosie with a
funny accent doesn’t it – one step removed from an Essex
girl? I could do with one of those. On second thoughts…
So that’s about the sum of today’s Ashbourne experience. The
swish new, purpose-built, ultra-modern library should be open soon. It’s in a
handier location than the old one, so I’ll go in and see whether my old chat
buddy James is still around. James and I used to talk a lot. He disagreed with
most things I said, but he always did so with such a diffident manner. There
aren’t many old fashioned English gentlemen like that left any more.
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