Hetty and I had a go at bubble therapy. It just made us cross. I think we had the wrong attitude. We were both in a bit of a po-faced mood.
We arranged to meet Mike and Pippa at The Old Dairy Brewery. They were no where to be seen. I had got arrangements muddled. We were meant to be at The Three Legs Brewery. Back in the MG and 20 minutes later we were reunited. What a great place. It only opens three evening a week. Probably gives it some extra appeal a long with the beer, lovely venue and very jolly bar staff.
I am now suffering internally from getting fish and chips on the way home and consuming far too much. Oh and I had cheese at the brewery. Only myself to blame damn it.
Three Legs Brewery
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