A Snippet on a Winter's Day
Mrs Treaclechops and I had lunch in an upmarket cafe' in Bournville Village, Birmingham today. It was full of trendy upwardly mobile young types and a few trendy not-so-upward-or-mobile old types. I didn't look too out of place with my Bohemian flat cap and rustic walking stick.
It was rather crowded and we had to sit close to the front door, which was constantly being opened, allowing cold air to intrude. We didn't mind this, because it hopefully dispersed any foul virus particles that might have settled on us (or in us).
We both had smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with sour dough bread, and shared a pot of Assam tea. All very nice, but rather expensive... such is life in an upmarket world. It was actually a well run establishment with professional young staff. Always pleasing to encounter good service.
Afterwards, we had a walk around the local shops. There was an old fashioned butcher and an old fashioned baker... couldn't find an old fashioned candlestick maker. The small shopping area is a throwback to the early 20th century... arts and crafts architecture and quaint old ambiance. We bought scotch eggs and pork pasties... all hand made... and a couple of fancy cakes for a later treat.
There was also a wool shop (very rare these days) and Mrs Treaclechops couldn't resist having a meander around it. While she did this, I sat in the midday sun and watched the world go by. Important to take advantage of the vitamin D available in winter sunshine... such a rare commodity in these climes. I sat on a stone wall, but only lasted about 15 minutes due to developing a very cold bum. I then retreated back to the car to read my kindle while waiting for her to return with the inevitable shopping bag full of wool.
This retirement life is but a dream.