Yellows win. Yay.
So, it was one of those happy days when all the gang was able to convene for lunch. Mr Windy was there, NOT having a Random Guinness. And Heath, the world's finest teetotal and word-free beer blogger, was also incumbent when we reached the bar. He looked comfy and happy, and was sipping a pint of Coca Cola through a straw and playing Connect 4 with a colleague. It was like going to the pub with your seven year old, and I wondered if there was a swing and a climbing frame in the beer garden, or whether we'd get a big roll-around-on-the-floor tantrum if I refused to let him have a packet of crisps.
Addie was there too, iPhone 5 finally working. He was determined to show it off, so I was even kind enough to dial it for him from my own phone. It made a ringing noise and I was able to talk to him from across the table. So impressive; no wonder Bond films no longer focus on gadgetry. There's no competing with a real-world display like this.
We'd gone to a different pub than our usual haunt, mainly because we wanted some decent food and this place is the best locally for home made burgers (made of things like springbok and wildebeest, since the owner is South African). Unfortunately, the beer choice was a bit limited and I had to have a bottle (or two) of Old Speckled Hen. Perfectly fine, if a bit too cold and fizzy, as Addie suggested it was going to be at endless droning length before proceeding to have a cold and fizzy bottle of San Miguel.
Scrabble and soda tomorrow, anyone?
So, it was one of those happy days when all the gang was able to convene for lunch. Mr Windy was there, NOT having a Random Guinness. And Heath, the world's finest teetotal and word-free beer blogger, was also incumbent when we reached the bar. He looked comfy and happy, and was sipping a pint of Coca Cola through a straw and playing Connect 4 with a colleague. It was like going to the pub with your seven year old, and I wondered if there was a swing and a climbing frame in the beer garden, or whether we'd get a big roll-around-on-the-floor tantrum if I refused to let him have a packet of crisps.
Addie was there too, iPhone 5 finally working. He was determined to show it off, so I was even kind enough to dial it for him from my own phone. It made a ringing noise and I was able to talk to him from across the table. So impressive; no wonder Bond films no longer focus on gadgetry. There's no competing with a real-world display like this.
We'd gone to a different pub than our usual haunt, mainly because we wanted some decent food and this place is the best locally for home made burgers (made of things like springbok and wildebeest, since the owner is South African). Unfortunately, the beer choice was a bit limited and I had to have a bottle (or two) of Old Speckled Hen. Perfectly fine, if a bit too cold and fizzy, as Addie suggested it was going to be at endless droning length before proceeding to have a cold and fizzy bottle of San Miguel.
Scrabble and soda tomorrow, anyone?
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