Saturday 23 August 2008

A Visitor

Got home yesterday evening to find a visitor on the doorstep. Rob gave him some bread and he tucked in, then went on his way.

4 comments:

Ben Hale said...

Damn! How come you get to see cool stuff like hedgehogs? Is it too much to ask for them to climb up to the second floor so I can see them?

Julia said...

I thought I'd heard that neighbours weren't as friendly down south, and didn't come round visiting so much. Obviously I was misinformed!

Anonymous said...

Dearest readers

Yes indeed, last week saw me amble, bumble, and tumble along t' Casa del Greenwood-Harrop restaurant in rainy old Hampshire. (T'at is, Hampshire, England for your American readers.)

t' atmosphere is a genteel fusion of refined elegance and modern trimmings: the lashings of bicycle oil on the approaching driveway means that one can hoik in spines and slide straight t' dining step in style. The staff were most urbane: t' waiter who served me a most delicious repast of weevil-infested bread - full bodied, crunchy, and fruity in an Argentinian-pampas-reared beefy way - sounded like he were from deepest Yorkshire which made me feel right at home. I have no hesitation in awarding one Munchelin star! (Although some lubberly jam roly-poly wit' custard for afters would have gone down a treat, I say, a treat.)

Tally ho!
Stanley (OBE), Restaurant Critic, Raconteur, Horse Breeder, Hedgehog

Jenny Greenwood said...

Did Stanley make it back up north after filling up at Chez Greenwood-Harrop? If so I'd like to apologise for almost running him over this evening on the way back to Chez parents's. Next time if you could look out for cars before crossing the road....