Sunday we also went to the Beech's Hotel for a lovely dinner out (thanks to the kindly book of vouchers T & F left us.) It was very nice (Chris ate everything on his plate! - except for the garnish that he called grass - but still very good for Chris!) After a quick walk (after all my stumbling and inability to walk in heels) bare foot through the Plantation Gardens we went home.
Really the reason for the post though is this - I'm back in Hay Market sitting outside selling (more like not) my papers when I hear a ruckus. I look up and here are people squealing and jumping, and what is causing such a din? Why my other North American immigrant friend - Mr. Gray Squirrel. It was great, he deiced to freak people out by running down the street under their feet and then into Primark; which was the best when the automatic doors opened for him. I heard some screams and then saw the frantic fuzzy tail come dashing back out and into the distance the noble squirrel rode off to greener pastures - or the tree outside Debenhams.

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Oh God! You went to the Beeches! Urrrg, I've been in their kitchen. And their chef is ginger. Tell Chris, he'll love that.Did you get served on time, or was it a three hour delay? I love these things...
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