Our relationship with Bubbles and Bobbyn, actually just Bobbyn, has cooled recently. She is hard bloody work, so we have avoided meeting up since well before Christmas.
It therefore came as a complete bloody surprise when 30% arranged for us to meet up with them for breakfast this morning.* This irritated me for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I am a strong believer in letting sleeping dogs lie, so why the hell did she reignite a relationship that was hopefully waning? Secondly, I don't like eating at odd times.**
I'm 62 years old and for a good chunk of those years I have taken a light breakfast at around 7.30 in the morning, I eat a sandwich at midday and we have our evening meal a little after seven in the evening. I do not want to wait until ten o'clock in the morning to break my fast. By that point I will either be fucking starving, or will have already eaten a slice of toast to avoid feeling famished.
A similar thing happened last week when we went to the Lygon Arms for afternoon tea. It was another oddly timed meal that was too late to be regarded as lunch and far too early for my dinner.
I really dislike these oddly timed meals like brunch or afternoon tea. They have a tendency to become extra meals rather than rescheduled meals and they totally mess up my blood sugar control.
So, brunch was fine, apart from the fact that I would have preferred to eat it at home about two hours earlier.
We arrive home a little before midday. Obviously I was stuffed with bacon and sausage, so I wheeled out the mower and trundled around the lawns at the front of the house. This was in the vain hope that mowing less than a quarter of an acre would go some way to counteracting the caloric overload from this morning.
Final accomplishment of the day was to hang a tapestry in the Inglenook in the living room. This wasn't hugely complicated, but I did need to fabricate a hanging rod from an old curtain rail. We're both delighted with how it looks in situ, and it finally means that I don't have to look at that bloody bread oven.***
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* We ate at a cafe/restaurant on the site of the Evesham Golf Club. I can't remember the name of the place and I really can't be arsed to Google it. The food was great, the service was good and the decor made it look exactly like every other cafe/restaurant that you have ever visited. Why am I not enthusiastic about the place ... It doesn't take a massive amount of skill to cook a full English breakfast and serve it with a cup of coffee!
** There was a third reason ... the inevitable post match analysis, where each and every utterance from Bobbyn is analysed, and not in a positive way. For the record, I don't disagree with the analysis, It is just a reiteration of points that we have discussed before. As I said at the outset, "Our relationship has cooled recently."
*** At some point in the history of the cottage, someone installed a bread oven door in the Inglenook. It was never operational and simply installed for visual effect. Unfortunately they didn't make a good job of it and, in my humble opinion, it made the Inglenook look really unbalanced. If I am honest I really didn't like it and was sorely tempted to rip it out and brick up the aperture. Until I get sufficiently motivated to do that, we have hung a lovely tapestry of a caged unicorn in front of it. It works so well!
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