22 December 2009 3 Comments

Friday teatime : the streets covered in snow- few cars going. A walk out to the pub to meet up with a new friend. Two pints of unbelievably good beer….. an open fire…lots of conversation with people in the village.

Friday night is steak night at my local (those words sound strange: I have never had a ‘local’- but I seem to have one right now). Get rid of the notions of ‘Eh up luv…do you want chips with them chips?’……quality stuff where they know the name of the field, the name of the cow and what football team it supports.

Potentially perfect….. but wait…there is a problem….. the first steak is not served until 7pm…I promised to be home by 6.45….I knew the cook…taught me a cheat on how to do minor barre chords on the guitar ’No problem….. I’ll do it for 6.20… no wait…6.15…you need to savour this’ the rest of the 30 minute wait was punctuated by visits from the chef describing what he was going to add to the meal….

Ladies and Gentleman….. we have a contender for the finest Friday teatime ever….

Walking home through snow covered streets, agreeably full of a good meal, fully rounded real ale and good conversation (funny how God talk happens when I stop trying) in a rural village.

Back home to smiling family. Thinking: only one thing could make this better- a beyond smug blog post. Shall I? I can’t…ok I will…