It was the best French onion soup I have ever tasted. I told the waitress so at the
Mostyn Gallery Cafe and she told the chef who looked a bit tearful and very pleased with himself when he poked his head around the kitchen door
I had bought birthday presents for a friend and a great niece and a return gift for John ( the snogee from Sitges) and some Halloween horror shit for my nephew Leo and so I spent a merry hour or so eating soup and writing envelopes and cards
The waitress brought me over a free flat white , I think for being so nice to the chef
And I photographed the soup stains on my front ....just because I could
When I got home I took Dorothy on her first walk around the village which was a task and a half.
Everything frightens her still, especially loud noises and traffic , and so we invested over half an hour sat on the village green with her face hidden under my armpit .
By the end of that time she was able to look out at the farm tractors without shaking....after this we walked around the Chapel on London Road which has just been sold. I hope that it's converted into a family home and not left derelict. We only have one working chapel left now....and that's located next door to Jason the affable despot..
Tonight a friend and I went to see a so-so production of
The Strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
In Chester...we had a better time in the Storyhouse bar than we did in the theatre....
That's how it goes sometimes!