albion

was still off work with two days of my antibiotics left to take so i kept ladySp33d company for a few hours after dropping her car off for an mot whilst she did her christmas shopping in chester. probably not the best move given my recent unwellness but we needed to both decide on a couple of gifts and, well, things also needed carrying.

we went for lunch to the Albion, our favourite haunt within the walls. whilst eating i eavesdropped intently on these two well-spoken militarytypegents, listening for glimpses of an era gone by. unfortunately all i picked up on was a slight mocking of the welsh language and an unhealthy love of the tories.

i had the haggis.