|Im looking for the return of Storm Brian.|
Two Have a Breakdown
On Saturday Mr Him and I set off to meet with Mary and her husband. The day was of 2 halves. Our blogs were to be of 2 adventures followed by a joining up at lunchtime. Mary was going to go to visit Rudyard Kipling's house and I was to have a breakdown and then we'd meet for a nice lunch and Vino and be driven by husbands.
Our part went to plan. Just 15 minutes from our destination (Batemans) our car broke down in the middle of Storm Brian thereby causing Mr Him to become a hero. This is something that I like to let him do now and then and gives him a story to tell over lunch, and that, of course, was my plan.
Mr Him called out the AA. I called Mary. We had a bet on who would be most useful. Having summoned Mary for a lift to the pub for lunch from the car park in which we were stranded I declared my call to Mary was the most useful.
However, thirty minutes later the AA turned up and ' fiddled' with our car. We were off again. I called Mary to abandon pick up and meet us at the pub. As the AA escorted us to the pub to make sure the car was now working Mr Him declared himself the winner. His call was most useful.
The pub that I found by chance was a little gem from the 13th century. It was rather like entering Brigadoon in that it didn't appear on Mary's Sat Nav nor TripAdvisor. As anyone trying to find Brigadoon would do Mary obtained directions from a hairdressers shop. (I had obtained directions from a bakerery shop.)
I ate a hearty beef and ale pie.
I drank a hearty wine (glass)
Mr Him had a hearty fish and chips
I drank another hearty wine (glass) and then being heartily 'stuffed' we shared desserts in our couples. Mr Him and I had a rum bread and butter pudding with icecream.
As usual we had a darn good chinwag and not much talk on blogging. We talked of life in general. I always very much enjoy my meetups with Mary, my older twin by blah years, and her husband.
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