Awe folks, y’know when a night is “just what you’ve been looking for”? Nothing vuagely epic, a simple pure and called for and well deserved couple of pints of real ale and ham egg and chips?
Ey, a night of paired down awesomeness.
I’m home, Hampshire seemed a long way away for a few weeks and Dear God I needed to come home.
E – ham (from the farm over the road) egg (from the other farm over the road near the church) and chips (gawd knows where they came from but suspect a farm near Arlesford) , Heinz Tomato Sauce (from a factory near Birmingham), table salt (that ultra refined bleached crap, probably from that huge refinery near Newmarket)
D – Two glorious pints of Goodens Gold, I suspect brewed especially for me (phah)
L – Random folks chatting about all sorts of life emitting verbalisation, ruminations from the fire in the hearth sighing and pulsing and spitting as each single log gives up its final stage of its fruitful life (from the wood on the hill, near the pig farm that supplied the ham)
I give you The Flower Pots, Cheriton, Hampshire.
I have just cried a single tear..