But it crossed our minds that we hadn't been to The Nettle for simply ages and ages and that we were about to abandon the UK for 6 weeks. So we went for lunch on Saturday. And my burger was, as you would expect, delicious. And my chips were, as you would expect, delicious. And we were both very happy little vegemites when we went home. We did not have any dinner.
On Sunday we came in to Sheffield and met Tabitha, Gareth and Cally for lunch in the Rutland. It was pretty much our Christmas meal. The Rutland has transformed over the years and is now also quite a serious foodie pub. I like it. It has lots of atmosphere.
|Sunday lunch fish ..|
|.. and chips for me|
|Roast beef for The Builder|
After lunch, it being really rather a lovely afternoon (it had rained absolutely torrentially overnight - the main bridge and the road to the motorway in Chesterfield were flooded and all the traffic was being diverted down the Chesterfield to Sheffield road when we left home. That was fun!) we went for a potter around in the Christmas market on Fargate and for a wander around the winter gardens.
And then we went home and The Builder got his wine and we watched the final of Masterchef Australia. We've run out of Masterchef Australia episodes. What are we going to watch now?
|Frank is drinking the wine|
|Cally is not drinking wine|
|Cally is eating dried fruit pieces|
|and plotting plots with The Builder|
|I wonder what they're up to|
|Cally enjoyed her mashed potato|
|Look! It's Taffa|
|Cally for some reason licking the gravy off the chips. She wouldn't actually eat the chips|
|In the Peace Gardens|
Stella is home from the hospital. All seems to be well