Around 6.30pm last night husband asks if I want to go out for a walk round our little town and get something to eat too, and also a loaf of bread as we have run out (coop open until 10pm) it being a lovely evening I agree.
First stop the back beach where there is a nice pub looking down the river over the little fishing boats, gorgeous. (see above)
We move on to find a place to eat, upon approaching one of our favourite places, a gentleman that husband knows comes out and says it is really hot and roasting inside, they look really busy too, so we decide not to go in. We stand chatting for a few mins, so we decide as it is so hot we will get a takeaway cantonese, and walk home and eat it, getting the bread on the way back.
Before we have a chance to do this, someone else walks down the street going to a pub, which I know my step sister drinks in, so I casually ask if she is in there, yes is the answer.
Well a slippy slope follows hastens to add we did not get the cantonese or the bread, and got home around 12.00 midnight.
I am never going out for bread again !!!.
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