I know I’m jumping ahead a bit here, but we had a guest on our honeymoon. George Bailey-Penguin comes with us wherever we go. And our honeymoon, I learned, was no different. By the end of our week in Bruges, George was being recognised by waiters and bar staff, who asked us, ‘Does he go everywhere with you?’ Apparently so. Here’s George sampling some Belgian beer, so we didn’t have have to. But we did anyway. Smiske Extra. Westmalle and…
Last weekend, Sarge and I went to the pub (OK, two pubs) to meet with friends and prove that he had survived meeting my mother. We left the first pub in search of another one with an accessible toilet. I spend half my life needing to pee, and the other half looking for an accessible toilet to pee in. I have accepted this as an interesting/annoying part of my life, and go with it. Or not. (Pun maybe intended, I…
