OK temporary accomodation for us ex-pats of Spacie's coffee house that is sadly now boarded up and in memory of Goldie's old pad the tearooms.

No fancy stuff, as this is temporary until we find a nice new place but it's warm down here with the fire and aga and I've organised a daily guinness, lager and wine delivery. There is a small kitchen in the corner and a few comfy cosy armchairs.

So feel free to take refuge when you need a break - self-service generally I'm afraid but when I can I'll rustle up a meal :>)

Watch you dont bump in to my neighbours. Hope it starts pouring on them.

Lol! Have they been playing their music too loud? Throwing their rubbish in your garden? :o)

A fence that moved 2 foot my way. 17 yrs ago. A week in camb court. Had to be moved back but lost 5000. Idiot used a barrister, so you have to have one at 1500
a day. oh well . Just replaced it again last week, but the b would not pay his half.
Said he would move it when the court told him, what choice do you have.
Rain, hes home sat.lol

Ah, the old boundary tussle. Always a problem. Well, um, just a suggestion, but as he is away, why not move the fence two feet further to his side and only move it back when he pays his bit?! Perhaps not. :o)

I'll do a rain dance on my walk. Cheers!

With thunder.lol Sounds a nice area you live in.

Vale of Clwyd. God's country. :o)

We have Market hangover breakfast today. Tomato juice, to match the colour of the day!

How about lunch, a nice salad. No caterpillars in mine though.

No caterp...........some people are sooo fussy! Here, kitty caterpillar, come on out now!

And that, and that, and that fly

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(Splat!)

I thought you were asleep.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Must be another, look on that chaps head.

GUINNESS

(Smack, splat!)

What? Oh, yes Guinness. Bucket?

I am going to hide under my stool. oh he's twice the size of KEAYDIAN. Huge
UGLEY GEEZER. He don't look happy. Wasn't me.

Wheres KEAYDIAN?

Wheres them beauts that were in yesterday.

I'm back, I was down the old Lambs cafe collecting my bin that I hide in whenever the markets are bad.

If you need me, you know where to find me.

Your not that chap who plays the guitar in the bin in Cambridge.