Friday, October 17

Twinned with The Astcote Arms


Landlord, Professor Rufus P. Pinckard III  pours the inaugural drink (Blue Nun vintage 1974) as Cold Higham's only public house opens its doors. The older gentleman on the right is none other than The Honorable Samuel Pinckard (no relation, honest) Lord Mayor of Kingsthorpe (also twinned with Cold Higham) who performed the opening ceremony for us. The smaller old gentleman front and centre was a ruffian who had to be ejected from the premises for smoking suspicious substances and once reading the Jewish Chronicle upside down. The lady in the middle is Dame Nellie D'Ormouse the only woman in Britain who can sleep standing up and whilst keeping her dentures in.

Doug is welcome to visit anytime to sample the fine ales on offer. (If we can find the key.)

Sunday, September 21

Ladies of the night?

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Interesting range of alcohol



Spotted amongst snaps from a recent Paddock Party Committee meeting.
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Another dragon fly drops in



I suppose that one day something normal will happen in the village.
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Conkers



"You mean you can play this game without a computer?"
"Uh huh"
"So how does it work?"
"You try and hit my conker with your conker and I try and hit yours with mine"
"So how do you get to the next level?"
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More hotel freebies



This is the latest free gift from the mystery traveller. York postmark but Katie, who was in York at the time, is either innocent or a better actress than I give her credit for. So no idea still. Odd. Normally I get some sort of clue by now. As you'll see, this could expensive if I have to start paying for the 'gifts'! I'm wondering what else may be available in hotel rooms that might come my way in future. I mean they don't have to fit in those DL envelopes as they have the labels which could be glued on to a package for something larger.
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Monday, September 8

Wet



Scenes from Saturday night in the village when the High Street turned into a river and very nearly got into Maggie's front door but the flow was eventually directed into the appropriately named water meadow. A close call, though.
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