I finished the last of the Stumptown beans provided by the estimable Sara K and went in search of refreshment, discovering to my utter amazement a new cafe inside the Guildhall.
The place is filled with quaint genteel elderly people so perfect it looks like a BBC film set. From a different decade.
The best part? Free Daily Mail hookup! They even provide it attached to the long wooden post things. Ever so dignified, what?
Though I am compelled to point out that, contrary to silly newspaper recipe suggestions, jack-o-lanterns are NOT eatin’ pumpkins. If you live in the UK and want the yummy kind, ask a farmer. Or go to Selfridges.
This is the first year I’ve been denied trick or treating. Ever! In my entire life!
Sniff.
