We went into the Town (I'm refusing to call it "the Toon") yesterday to buy some net curtains for the bathroom. Shopping done, we walked down to the Quayside to the Wetherspoons there. Herself had a steak baguette and I a most excellent mixed grill. The chablis was bloody good. A bit too good, 'cos I got the dreaded second bottle, ignoring the fact that Herself is hardly drinking whilst pregnant, and so when we got home I was a bit too 'tired' to watch the election results.
Speaking of which, thank God that's all done and dusted for another few years. We got the labour-with-a-reduced-majority most people seemed to want. And that's exactly what we got here.