Thank you Jack.
I can see you’re not a fan.

I’ve been reading English History in my old age. I was aware of the “Harrying of the North.” Dreadful stuff.
en.wikipedia.org
The Lambfoot is from Wraggs.
Good for you Harvey, I love history

Being aware of those events makes you more knowledgeable than about 95% of my fellow countrymen

Thank you for the info on the Lambsfoot, a quality maker

The book looks interesting
He can indeed. It is a curious name either way, isn’t it? While I’m far from a pub expert, if you ever happen to be in Bath, I don’t think The Raven will disappoint.
I was planning to go down in 2020 Barrett - didn't work out so well I'm afraid!

I was going to visit friends in both Bath and Bristol, but my friends in Bath split up after 20 years together

Mike used to teach string theory at the university, but Isy has been a friend for about 30 years. I saw her at the 50th birthday party I went to in the spring, but she no longer lives in Bath. Despite this, I do hope I can visit Bath, and The Raven, at some point
Although we’ve lived in Minnesota since my eldest was a year old, and my youngest was born here, neither seem to have a great grasp on dressing for the weather. Eleanor (6) insisted on wearing her winter coat, neck warmer and hat, while Scout (2) opted for a t-shirt, light jacket and sandals with socks.

We did finally turn the furnace on last night.


I bought one out of curiosity, but found it a bit odd in hand and (just my personal opinion) a bit goofy looking, so I passed it along.
I suspected that might happen
Have a great weekend guardians of the lambs
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You too Dwight, and Happy Double Lambsfoot Day!
I went to a taco joint I’ve been visiting since around 2003 for breakfast this morning.
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That looks delicious Pete

Not too many taco joints here I'm afraid

I ordered breakfast burritos in a place on Monday, but they were off the menu for some reason
I don't celebrate the lucky B's Norman imposition either.
Turning all that public wilderness into royal hunting preserves and killing anybody who so much as looked cross-eyed at a royal squirrel. (
possible exaggeration)
I'm not sure it's an exaggeration Jer

It sounded grim for those living in the vast royal hunting forest near here, which was a favourite of King John. Peasants were forbidden from hunting so much as a dormouse, forbidden from growing crops, forbidden from cutting down trees, and forbidden from moving elsewhere. So many were starving in the end, they let them plant a few carrots or something
