A warm flat, an effusive welcome and Crimbo was off to a good start.
The local high street had everything you could think of and more: charity shops with stuff worth buying, a great Italian cafe, Mark’s, Sainsbury’s, Waitrose and pubs with decent ale.
As I have only fairly recent membership of the grumpy curmudgeon society, it was hard to guage just how much is too much. Suffice it to say that mater was driving us all nuts.
A week was plenty and no blood was shed.
We caught up with William and joined him for a comedy at the new Bridge Theatre called Young Marx.
Kevin and Ginette met us near Waterloo station for a boozy lunch at the Black and Blue. I talked too much but took listening pauses to quaf and stuff my face.
Back in freezing Belfast to do some proper chilling.
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