Every (Fri)day is like Sunday

Off for a stroll round the Peugeot dealership at the end of the road, on for a walk through Winchester, across the river, back round by the college, and into the Wykeham Arms (est. 1755) for a bite to eat and a swift drink. Across the road to the fab deli to buy a Cadbury's Creme Egg and then back home. PJ is currently working in the garden, using his latest bit of consumer technology: a power hose. Mind you, I'm not sure he should really be operating one of these after 2 glasses of wine. It's doing a great job of blasting the dirt off the tiles and onto his jeans. Marvellous. But he's happy, bless.



So, for those who are interested, we've traded in our 17th century canalside apartment for a mid-Victorian cottage. Two decent-sized double bedrooms and bathroom upstairs, large living/dining room and kitchen downstairs. This is it. Cute, n'est ce pas?



And this is the street that it's on. Ditto on the cuteness. There's little traffic along here, despite there being plenty of parking spaces towards the (other) end of the road. The pub is just round the corner on the right, the deli just past that. It's a bit like living in the countryside, only more convenient. And less inbred. Probably. Although, there are a lot of public schoolboys in the area and you know what the upper classes are like. (Ooh,little bit of politics!)