We’ve had a busy old time. Quite pleasant, but busy.

We’ve had a house guest (who returned home to NZ last Wednesday), which meant the end of the previous week, last weekend, and the start of last week were busy. This weekend has also been that way: beyond the normal humdrum domestic necessities we went out to meet the Bumpkin and his good lady, sampling a few pubs (and managing a cheeky extra one at The Turf– it would be rude not to) and getting a few miles of walking in- we had our visas for the Principality.

Today I actually persuaded myself out on my bike for once. A mere turn of the pedals compared to one of Brownhills Bob’s epics, at around 3-4 miles but I’m feeling better for it and it’s better than nothing.

The rest of the day has been domestic tasks and collecting my dear Stymistress from Birmingham city centre (and by Jebus, the dawdling idiots were out on the roads today- I hate driving on Sundays), but we do have another pub visit to go yet- just a gentle couple of pints with the neighbours.