We had a lovely meal in The Wheatsheaf. Jeanette, Matthew, Rebecca and Evie were there, as were Ian and Sophie, and also Chloe and her boyfriend Lee. We haven't seen Chloe for years, and had never met Lee. It was a good evening. The food was delicious, the company convivial. The pub got busier and busier as the evening progressed. It's no wonder that Matthew the landlord is so wiry. He was the only one behind the bar and the only one waiting and the only one clearing. He dashed around like a mad chook all evening!! I think he needs staff!
We had a lovely lunch on Thursday at The Swan with Barb and Gwen, now back from the hospital and not looking too bad to say that she had had a general anaesthetic on Wednesday. And then we came home. We had a lovely lunch today at The Nettle. We have ended the year on a gastronomic high with meals at each of my three favourite pubs :-)
We've had to take Marlo to the vet. He's had an abscess on his back which has resolutely refused to get better. He's now on antibiotics. I have to figure out some way of getting his capsules inside him!! He was very good while he was at the vet's. He didn't bite or scratch or even growl :-) He was, though, very glad to come home.
It appears that this has been the coldest December since 1890. Nearly all of it has been snow covered in Tupton. We've had temperatures on our garden thermometers that I've never encountered before. We've had something of a thaw since Boxing Day - it's funny how 5d feels quite warm in comparison! But despite the last few days of the month seeing the snow slowly disappearing, we have ended the year very much as we started it. Frozen!
Global warming, anyone?
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